“Answer me. Come!”

“And if I decline?”

“You will do well to behave yourself,” I said; and, going to the window, I closed it, and slipped the catch.

“I hope the gendarmes will be here soon,” she murmured amiably; “I am rather tired of waiting.” She affected to stifle a yawn.

“Yvette,” I said, “you know as well as I do that you have committed a serious crime. Tell me all about Deschamps’ jealousy of your mistress; make a full confession, and I will see what can be done for you.”

She put her thin lips together.

“No,” she replied in a sharp staccato. “I have done what I have done, and I will answer only the juge d’instruction.”

“Better