f a cab. He said to the cabman: "You can
stop at No. 17 Rue Fontaine, and remain there until I order you to go
on. Then you can take me to the restaurant Du Coq-Faisan, Rue
Lafayette."

The cab rolled slowly on; Du Roy lowered the shades. When in front of
his house, he kept watch of it. After waiting ten minutes, he saw
Madeleine come out and go toward the boulevards. When she was out of
earshot, he put his head out of the window and cried: "Go on!"

The cab proceeded on its way and stopped at the Coq-Faisan. Georges
entered the dining-room and ate slowly, looking at his watch from time
to time. At seven-thirty he left and drove to Rue La Rochefoucauld. He
mounted to the third story of a house in that street, and asked the
maid who opened the door: "Is M. Guibert de Lorme at home?"

"Yes, sir."

He was shown into the drawing-room, and after waiting some time, a tall
man with a military bearing and gray hair entered. He was the police
commissioner.

Du Roy bowed, then said: "As I suspected, my wife is with her lover in
furnished apartments they have rented on Rue des Martyrs."

The magistrate bowed: "I am at your service, sir."

"Very well, I have a cab below." And with three other officers they
proceeded to the house in which Du Roy expected to surprise his wife.
One officer remained at the door to watch the exit; on the second floor
they halted; Du Roy rang the bell and they waited. In two or three
minutes Georges rang again several times in succession. They heard a
light step approach, and a woman's voice, evidently disguised, asked:

"Who is there?"

The police officer replied: "Open in the name of the law."

The voice repeated: "Who are you?"

"I am the police commissioner. Open, or I will force the door."

The voice continued: "What do you want?"

Du Roy interrupted: "It is I; it is useless to try to escape us."

The footsteps receded and then returned. Georges said: "If you do not
open, we will force the door."

Receiving no reply he shook the door so violently that the old lock
gave way, and the young man almost fell over Madeleine, who was
standing in the antechamber in her petticoat, her hair loosened, her
feet bare, and a candle in her hand.

He exclaimed: "It is she. We have caught them," and he rushed into the
room. The commissioner turned to Madeleine, who had followed them
through the rooms, in one of which were the remnants of a supper, and
looking into her eyes said:

"You are Mme.