Arrived at the agency, she was at once ushered into the presence of
Mr. Barnes.
"Well," said she, scarcely waiting to be seated, "what have you found out?"
"I have learned everything," said Mr. Barnes, without any show of feeling.
"You have? Well, go on. Why don't you tell me?" Madame was very impatient, but the detective was in no hurry.
"I have known what I have learned for over a week, Madame Medjora," said he slowly, "and during that time I have hesitated to send for you. Even now, when you are here, I am not sure that I shall be doing the right thing to give you any information upon this subject, without first communicating with your husband."
"Ah! I see," said Madame, with a sneer, "you think he would pay you better than I. You are mistaken. I have plenty of money. My own money. What is your price?"
Mr. Barnes arose from his seat, in anger, but perfectly calm outwardly. As deferentially as though he were addressing a queen, he bowed and said:
"Madame, pardon me, but be kind enough to consider our interview at an end."
"What do you mean? You wish me to go?"
"Precisely, Madame. That is my wish."