He opened the door for her with a faint disagreeable smile. "It is possible, mademoiselle," he said, "that this affair is not yet ended. It may bring us together again." She passed out without reply. Yet she took with her an uneasy consciousness that in this affair might lie the germs of future trouble. As she crossed the square, almost within a stone's throw of her lodgings, she came face to face with Courtlaw. He stopped short with a little exclamation of surprise. "My dear friend," she laughed, "not so tragic, if you please." He recovered himself. "I was surprised, I admit," he said. "You did not tell me that you were going out, or I would have offered my escort. Do you know how late it is?" She nodded. "I heard the clock strike as I crossed the square," she answered. "I was sent for to go to the Hospital St. Denis. But what are you doing here?" "Old Père Runeval met me on your doorstep, and he would not let me go. I have been sitting with him ever since. The Hospital St. Denis, did you say? I hope that no one of our friends has met with an accident." She shook her head. "They wanted me to identify some one whom I had certainly never seen before in my life, and to tell you the truth, they were positively rude to me because I could not. Have you ever heard the name of Meysey Hill?" "Meysey Hill?" He repeated it after her, and she knew at once from his tone and his quick glance into her face that the name possessed some significance for him. "Yes, I have heard of him, and I know him by sight," he admitted. "He was a friend of your sister's, was he not?" "I never heard her mention his name," she answered. "Still, of course, it is possible. This man was apparently not sure whether he was Meysey Hill or not." "How long had he been in the hospital?" Courtlaw asked. "Since last night." "Then, whoever he may be, he is not Meysey Hill," Courtlaw said. "That young man was giving a luncheon party to a dozen friends at the Café de Paris to-day. I sat within a few feet of him. I feel almost inclined to regret the fact." "Why?" she asked. "If one half of the stories about Meysey Hill are true," he answered, "I would not stretch out my little finger to save his life." "Isn't that a little extreme?" "I am an extreme person at times. This man has an evil reputation. I know of scandalous deeds which he has done." Anna had reached the house where she lodged, but she hesitated on the doorstep. "Have you ever seen Annabel with him?" she asked. "Never." "It is odd that this man at the hospital should call himself Meysey Hill," she remarked. "If you wish," he said, "I will go there in the morning and see what can be done for him." "It would be very kind of you," she declared. "I am only sorry that I did not ask you to go with me."