Gilda's last words were: "Raife, I--I was not altogether bad. I loved you dearly, Raife. Your father killed my father. There was the feud-- the vendetta, and we were made to suffer. I should have made you a good and honest wife if we could have escaped the evil influence. God has willed it otherwise. Good-bye, dearest. Kiss me. Then, then--go to Hilda. Forget me. Go--go to Hilda and be happy. If you think of me, Raife--pity me!" Gilda Tempest, the mysterious, beautiful girl, trained to crime, with the nature of an angel, collapsed and died in the arms of the man into whose life she had entered with such disastrous effect. In the presence of this pathetic scene the agents of police stood in silence, and with what appeared to be respect. At length the sergeant approached Raife, saying: "This is indeed a tragedy, monsieur, but it remains my duty to arrest you. Monsieur Vachelle, you are under arrest." Three gendarmes approached. Raife bowed. A silent figure had been an onlooker at this scene until now. Detective-Inspector Herrion approached the group and, speaking to the sergeant, said: "This gentleman is Sir Raife Remington, the missing baronet of whom I have spoken to you. This is the house of his wife, Lady Remington. I don't think there can be any charge. A man is not a burglar in his own house. With deference may I suggest that we enter the house. Lady Remington will make the necessary explanations." The scared men-servants were still there and, acting on Herrion's instructions, they carried the lifeless form of Gilda Tempest into the hall that was now brilliantly-lit. Raife re-entered the house where, a short while before, he had stealthily entered as a burglar. The crowd of people which had collected outside in answer to the revolver shot and general commotion, were dispersed, and the Avenue des Champs Elysees resumed a more normal aspect. Detective-inspector Herrion approached the sergeant and whispered: "I will be responsible for Sir Raife Remington. You may trust me. Don't let that fellow Malsano escape you. He is not far away you may be sure." The sergeant smote his chest, exclaiming: "That will be all right, Mr Herrion. I have arranged for that. You may be sure he is safely with us by now."