In French she greeted me very warmly, bade me be seated, and after some preliminaries inquired the nature of the information which I wished to impart to her. Very briefly I told her of the shabby watcher, whereupon she sprang to her feet with a cry of mingled terror and surprise. "Describe him--quickly!" she urged in breathless agitation. I did so, and she sat back again in her chair, staring straight before her. "Ah!" she gasped, her countenance pale as death. "Then they mean revenge, after all. Very well! Now that I am forewarned I shall know how to act." She rose, and pacing the room in agitation pushed back the dark hair from her brow. Then her hands clenched themselves, and her teeth were set, for she was desperate. The shabby man was an emissary of her enemies. She told me as much. Yet in all she said was mystery. At one moment I was convinced that she had told the truth when she said she was a governess, and at the next I suspected her of trying to deceive. Presently, after she had handed me a cigarette, the servant tapped the door, and a well-dressed man entered--the same man I had seen leave the house two nights previously. "May I introduce you?" mademoiselle asked. "M'sieur Jacox--M'sieur le Baron de Moret." "Charmed to make your acquaintance, sir," the Baron said, grasping my hand. "Mademoiselle here has already spoken of you." "The satisfaction is mutual, I assure you, Baron," was my reply, and then we reseated ourselves and began to chat. Suddenly mademoiselle made some remark in a language--some Slav language--which I did not understand. The effect it had upon the newcomer was almost electrical. He started from his seat, glaring at her. Then he began to question her rapidly in the unknown tongue. He was a flashily dressed man of overbearing manner, with a thick neck and square, determined chin. It was quite evident that the warning I had given them aroused their apprehension, for they held a rapid consultation, and then Julie went out, returning with another man, a dark-haired, low-bred looking foreigner, who spoke the same tongue as his companions. They disregarded my presence altogether in their eager consultation; therefore I rose to go, for I saw that I was not wanted. Julie held my hand and looked into my eyes in mute appeal. She appeared anxious to say something to me in private. At least that was my impression. When I left the house I passed, at the end of the Crescent, a shabby man idly smoking. Was he one of the watchers? Four days went by. One evening I was passing through the red-carpeted hall of the Savoy Hotel when a neatly dressed figure in black rose and greeted me. It was Julie, who seemed to have been awaiting me. "May I speak to you?" she asked breathlessly, when we had exchanged greetings. "I wish to apologise for the manner in which I treated you the other evening." I assured her that no apologies were needed, and together we seated ourselves in a corner.