That evening I wrote my report and left it with Monsieur Huber, and at eleven o'clock, with my make-up outfit, I presented myself at Madame Clèry's flat. She herself opened the door and detained me for a moment in the hall. "All is well, so far," she murmured. "Albert arrived in a motor ambulance, all bandaged up. We are alone in the flat. If he is a little nervous, you will forgive him." She led me into the sitting room. A man of medium height, thin and with a hard, square face, rose from an easy-chair, and turned a half-enquiring, half-suspicious gaze upon me. I was thankful then for the obscurity of the room, no longer ashamed of my deceit, a willing coadjutor in this scheme, whatever it might be. I knew, too, why my services were so earnestly required. The photographer's art had made the face before me infamous. "This is Monsieur Lister," Sara said. "He has promised to disguise you, Albert." "Let him be quick about it, then," was the harsh reply. I never had a more distasteful task, but in the end I succeeded. I concealed the cruel mouth and softened the brutal jaw, until at last a very passable imitation of Leonard appeared. Sara was loud in her praises and exuberant in her gratitude. Her pseudo-brother did nothing save make my task more difficult by his irritation and impatience. In the end, when all was finished, I handed him an overcoat of Leonard's which I had brought, and we three started out in a large motor car, which was waiting below, for the chateau. We arrived there a little before the accustomed hour for Madame's reception, and the whole place seemed dark and deserted. A strange manservant let us in and disappeared almost immediately. The Baroness came out of the shadows. She, too, seemed affected by the tragedy of the moment. Her cheeks were unusually pale. Her almost Flemish stolidity had disappeared. "The passages are unlocked," she whispered. "Let us go quickly. In half an hour there may be people who arrive." She led the way up the broad staircase. I hesitated, but Sara thrust her arm through mine. "We trust you," she said. "You must come with us." Arrived on the first floor, we traversed what seemed to be an interminable corridor until we came at last to a green baize door which, on being swung open, revealed an inner one, which the Baroness unlocked. Immediately I was conscious that we were in the uninhabited part of the chateau. The Baroness, who was in front, came to a stop and we all paused. "We make a mistake," she said in a low tone. "There is no place here for strangers." She inclined her head towards me. The man laughed a little brutally. "Stranger or not," he replied, "do you think I am going to let him go until this little affair is finished?" "And after then, what about us?" the Baroness demanded. "Safety, with you, is a matter of an hour or so, but we remain." "Bah!" was the contemptuous reply. "He will not inform against women. Sara will see to that."