“You have let your bleached hair get black at the roots. You are a blackhaired man. Why deny it?”
“I don’t,” he said. “I admit it.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Captain Monmouth knows. A desire to break into society if you like.”
“Will you answer me one question truthfully,” she asked, “on your honor?”
“Yes,” he said. There was no reason why he should not.
“Are you a detective?”
“On my honor, no. Why should Madame de Beaulieu fear detectives?”
There was a faint flush in her cheeks now and a brighter color in her eyes. She was enormously relieved at his answer.
“Why are you here, then?”