“Yes. But why not Yvette?”

“You can question me to-morrow. Please obey me now. I am your doctor. I will ring the bell. Yvette will come, and you will at once go out of the room, find another servant, and retire to bed. You can do that? You are not faint?”

“No, I can do it; but it is very queer.”

I rang the bell.

“You have said that before, and I say, ‘It is queer; queerer than you imagine.’ One thing I must ask you before you go. When you had the attack in the theatre did you see things double?”

“Yes,” she answered. “But how did you know? I felt as though I was intoxicated; but I had taken nothing whatever.”