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“I beg to tender you an unqualified apology, M. Denver, for M. Drexel’s presence,” said Boreski to me with his courtier-like air. “He has forced himself here.”

“You should have told me then who your mysterious visitor was, instead of leaving me to fish it out for myself.”

“I accept your apology, M. Boreski,” I said, in my grand manner.

The little man flushed angrily and got up.

“Some of us may live to be sorry for this night’s work,” he said, with an unmistakable threat. It was clear that he held his position in the house by virtue of what he could threaten.

“I am sorry for it already,” declared Boreski quietly. He had certainly the knack of putting a lot of sting into words which in themselves were innocent enough. “You should not have come, I repeat.”

“I shall do as I like. I am not to be bullied or sneered at.”

“You will drive me to do one day as I like, M. Drexel,” said Boreski in his even suave tone; “and make me realize that there are less unpleasant things than your—your alternatives. As you ought not to have come, you had better go.”