But he said nothing of his thoughts to Adrienne that night. Only he absented himself after dinner, and spent his evening down at the inn, where he was considerably enlightened on more points than one. The next morning, when Monsieur Dragominsk arrived up to teach Alain, Guy met him in the hall and asked him to come into the library. Adrienne had been told that Alain was to have a holiday, and at his request she and he went into the woods together for a morning ramble. When they came home, Guy met her in the hall. There was that in his set face that made her see at once that something was amiss. "Well," he said as he drew her into the library, "I have had somewhat of a scene here; but I've cleared him out and given him only four hours' grace. He's like a raving maniac at present, but I think he'll calm down. I often wonder how it is that I've grown up without an ounce of French excitability in my brains. I think if I had been a Frenchman, we should have come to blows. As it was, I yearned to give him a good thrashing. But he knows he'll have it if he outstays his time." "Of course you're alluding to Monsieur Dragominsk. I knew you would find him out. I have never trusted him. What have you discovered?" "That for once the Soviet has made a mistake in its tool. He is a bungler and a fool." "You mean that he is a fraud? No Count at all?" "He's the son of a schoolmaster. I've been collecting facts about him for a few weeks past. He's over in France in employed pay of the Soviet for propaganda. I could have forgiven him if he had not torn down a child's faith and trust." "Oh, Guy!—Alain! How horrible! How can we have been so blind and stupid? But he must have sealed the child's lips. He has been so unusually silent to me lately." And then Guy told her of his conversation with his boy. "I took him for a ride on purpose to pump him. I led him on, and he fell into the trap and divulged the teaching he has been getting. I blame myself. You were right, sweetheart; I was too hasty in my choice. Thank God he is out of this house, and I'll see to it that he leaves the village to-morrow." "Is he very angry at being discovered?" "He threatened and boasted a good deal. Said such places as this ought not to exist, and that they were out for exterminating them. He made no attempt to deny his real position, boasted of his success in the village, and said that he and his sort were going to sweep through the world making bonfires of the so-called upper classes—and such-like trash! But imagine him thinking he would live on with us as a tutor whilst he was turning the village upside-down and flooding it with his red propaganda! I fancy there's a screw loose; he got almost maniacal before he left. A very little more will land him in a lunatic asylum." Adrienne shuddered. "And we have trusted Alain to him. How awful!"