I know not how I managed it, yet I raised my eyes to his, simulating a surprise I was far from feeling.
“Alone, Monsieur? I am Adele la Chesnayne; if you doubt, the way of discovery is open without word from me.”
His suspicious, doubting eyes never left my face, and there was sneer in his voice as he answered.
“Bah! I am not in love to be played with by a witch. Perchance ’tis not easy for you to lie. Well, we will see. Look within the alcove, Cassion.”
The Commissaire was there even before the words of command were uttered, and my heart seemed to stop beating as his heavy hand tore aside the drapery. I leaned on the desk, bracing myself, expecting a blow, a struggle; but all was silent. Cassion, braced, and expectant, peered into the shadows, evidently perceiving nothing; then stepped within, only to instantly reappear, his expression that of disappointment. The blood surged back to my heart, and my lips smiled.
“No one is there, Monsieur,” he reported, “but the window is open.”
“And not a dangerous leap to the court below,” returned La Barre thoughtfully. “So far you win, Mademoiselle. Now will you answer me––were you alone there ten minutes ago?”
“It is useless for me to reply, Monsieur,” I answered with dignity, “as it will in no way change your decision.”
“You have courage, at least.”