He disappeared up the staircase, leaving me face to face with Siebach.
"What does he mean?"
"I RECOGNISED ONE OF SIEBACH'S SERVANTS."
"I really don't know, Siebach."
"Do you intend to leave for Paris, too?"
"I am very sorry," I said, "but my nerves are really not equal to this sort of thing. Good-night, Siebach!"
He surveyed me with an odd expression; then, suddenly, he gripped my arm.
"Do you think—" he almost gasped in my ear—"do you think that he suspects anything?"