Indignant, Helen pointed to the door. "Go!" she cried. "The housekeeper will settle with you. Never let me see your face again." The Frenchman shrugged his shoulders and went toward the door. As he reached it, he turned round, a sneer on his face: "You'll see me again all right, but ze circumstances may be different? My lady may not be so proud ze next time." With this parting shot, he went away, and a moment later they heard him going up to his room to pack his things. Ray turned to her sister. Reprovingly, she said: "Weren't you a little severe with him?" Helen shook her head. Quickly, she said: "I never could bear the sight of the man. He is treacherous and deceitful. I'm not at all sure that he's honest. It was only after he'd been here some time that I learned he was formerly with Signor Keralio. That was enough to set me against him. Like master, like valet, as the saying goes, and it's usually a true saying. On several occasions lately I have noticed things that seemed suspicious. The fellow is more intimate now with Kenneth than I, his wife, have ever been. Only the other day I discovered them in earnest and intimate conversation. Directly I appeared they separated and Francois, instead of continuing to converse on terms of apparent social equality, was once more the fawning valet. I didn't take the trouble to ask Kenneth what it all meant. So many singular things have happened since his return, that this only adds one more to the list." "May I come in?" said a voice. Helen looked up quickly. It was Wilbur Steell who was standing at the door with his head half in the room, laughing at them. The two women had been so busy talking that they had not heard the sound of approaching footsteps. With an exclamation of joy Ray jumped to her feet and ran up to him. "It's Wilbur--my precious Wilbur!" Helen nodded approvingly, as she noticed the girl's enthusiasm. Certainly her sister had changed. She was hardly the cold, self-centered Ray of six months ago. With a smile she said: "It's astonishing how a man can alter a girl--if he's the right kind." The lawyer laughed. "It works both ways. The right kind of woman can make a man change his ways--even a hardened old bachelor. Who could have guessed that I would ever fall in love?" Helen sighed. "What is love? We have it to-day; it eludes us to-morrow. A few weeks ago I thought I loved my husband better than any being in the world. To-day, I can hardly look him in the face. How do you account for it?" Dropping into a chair, the lawyer look serious. "I can't account for it, nor can I blame you. Kenneth has returned from South Africa a changed man. Whether the wreck and the loss of the diamonds affected his mind I do not know. Only a psychologist could determine that. But he is not the same. Where is he to-night?" Helen threw up her hands.