“Unfortunately,” said the voice, “I fear that you have not my permission.”
All the guests started and turned involuntarily to see whence came the challenge. Melun looked up quickly and stood staring with amazement.
For stepping down the staircase which led from the little gallery came Westerham, smiling serenely.
[CHAPTER XVIII
AT THE EMPIRE]
The better to show his contempt for the people whom he was robbing, Melun had put away his revolver. This little piece of play-acting cost him dear.
As he saw Westerham coming down the stairs his hand went to his hip-pocket. But Westerham was first, and covered him in an instant.
“Put up your hands!” he ordered.
Melun obediently threw up his hands.