The door was closed, and Mrs. Tennison waited with me in silence. The window of the room was open and through it came the sweet scent of the roses and climbing jasmine, with the buzz of the summer insects and the chatter of the birds, for the house was high up on that hill above the great silk-weaving capital of the Rhône. I rose and looked out upon the garden, so well ordered, for the Professor was, it seemed, a lover of roses, the blossoms running riot everywhere. Suddenly, as we remained in silence, we heard Gabrielle's voice raised until she shouted fierce defiant words in English: "No!" she shrieked. "It was not that--not that! You try and fix upon me a deed that I did not do! Why should you do this--why should you do this!" "Pardon, Mademoiselle," we heard the Professor say in a quiet, calm tone. "Pardon. Please! I do not allege it. I have only asked a simple question." "Your question is insulting, doctor!" declared my beloved loudly. "Why should you insinuate such a thing?" "Mademoiselle, I insinuate nothing," replied the Professor. "I am endeavouring to ascertain the exact state of your mental balance. Your anger is, in itself, a most gratifying feature. A thousand pardons if you feel that I have insulted you," he added with the extreme politeness of his race. Then, through the folding doors which divided the apartments, we heard him say: "Will you please give me both your hands, and look directly into my eyes?" There was a silence. We could hear the Professor sigh, but he made no comment. His examination occupied nearly an hour. He put to her many searching questions in an endeavour to restore her memory as to what happened, but without avail. Those questions seemed to perturb her, for of a sudden she cried loudly, indeed she almost shrieked in terror: "Ah! no! no! Save me!" she implored. "I--I can't stand it! I can't--I really can't! See! Look! Look! There it is again--all red, green and gold!--all red, green and gold!" And we could hear her expressions of fear as she gazed upon some imaginary object which held her terrified. We heard the kindly old Professor putting many questions to her in an endeavour to discover what gave rise to that nameless horror which she so often experienced, but her replies were most vague. She seemed unable to describe the chimera of her imagination. Yet it was only too plain that on that fatal night she had seen something bearing those colours which had so impressed itself upon her mind as distinctly horrible that it constantly recurred to her. Yet she was unable to describe it, owing to her mental aberration. Time after time, she implored the Professor's protection from some imaginary peril, and time after time, after she had begged him to remain near her, she repeated those mysterious and meaningless words: "Red, green and gold!--red, green and gold!"