Put down the gun!"
Eyes challenged eyes for one long tense instant, and the man carefully
laid the weapon on the table. Mr. Grimm strolled over and picked it up,
after which he glanced inquiringly at the other man--the ambassador's
second guard.
"And you are the gentleman, I dare say, who made the necessary trips to
the ambassador's house, probably using his latch-key?" he remarked
interrogatively. "First for the letters to be signed, and again for the
cigarettes?"
There was no answer and Mr. Grimm turned questioningly to Monsieur
Boissegur, silent, white of face, motionless.
"Yes, Monsieur," the ambassador burst out suddenly. His eyes were fixed
unwaveringly on Miss Thorne.
"And your escape, Monsieur?" continued Mr. Grimm.
"I did escape, Monsieur, last night," the ambassador explained, "but
they knew it immediately--they pursued me into my own house, these two
and another--and dragged me back here! _Mon Dieu, Monsieur, c'est--!_"
"That's all that's necessary," remarked Mr. Grimm. "You are free to go
now."
"But there are others," Monsieur Boissegur interposed desperately, "two
more somewhere below, and they will not allow--they will attack--!"
Mr.
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