Wrayson's friend leaned a little forwards, and with the careless ease of one flicking away a fly, he struck the speaker with the back of his hand across the face. The blow was not a particularly severe one, but its victim collapsed upon the turf. "Look here," his assailant said, standing for a moment over him, "you can go on and finish your sentence if you like. I only want to warn you, that if you do, I will break every bone in your body, one by one, the next time we meet. Go on, if you think it worth while." The man on the ground was dumb, because he was afraid. But the same thought presented itself to all of them. The Baron, who was least of all affected, expressed it. "Perhaps, sir," he said, "you will not object to telling me--the Baron de Courcelles--whom we have to thank for the discovery of this--intruder!" Wrayson's friend edged a little away. There was no response in his manner to the courtesy with which the Baron had sought to introduce himself. "You have nothing to thank me for," he said shortly. "My name would be quite unknown to you, and I am leaving this part of the world at once. Permit me to wish you good evening!" He had already turned on his heel when Madame de Melbain's voice arrested him. Clear and peremptory, the first words which had passed her lips since the surprise had come to them, seemed somehow to introduce a new note into an atmosphere from which an element of tragedy had never been lacking. "Please stop!" He turned and faced her with obvious unwillingness. She stretched out her hand as though forbidding him to go, but addressed at the same time the two men, apparently gamekeepers, who had suddenly emerged from the wood. "Monsieur Robert," she said, "we have caught this man trespassing in the woods here, notwithstanding the precautions which I understood you had taken. Take him away at once, if you please. I trust that you will be able to hand him over to the gendarmes." Monsieur Robert, the steward of the estates, an elderly man, whose face was twitching with anxiety, stepped forward with a low bow. "Madame," he said, "we had word of this intrusion. We were even now upon the track of this ruffian. There was another, also, who climbed the wall--ah! I see him! The Englishman there!" "He is our friend," Madame de Melbain said. "You must not interfere with him." "As Madame wills! Come, you rascal," he added, gripping his prisoner by the shoulder. "We will show you what it means to climb over walls and trespass on the estate of Madame la Baronne. Come then!" The intruder accepted the situation with the most philosophic calm. Only one remark he ventured to make as he was led off. "It is not hospitable, this! I only wished to see the chateâu by moonlight!" Wrayson's fellow guest at the _Lion d'Or_ turned to follow them. "The fellow might try to escape," he muttered; but again Madame de Melbain called to him. "You must not go away," she said, "yet!"