M。 le Marquis。
He rose and took up the cloak which he had thrown carelessly on the back of a chair。
〃I will keep you informed； M。 Papopolous； through the usual channels； but there must be no hitch in your arrangements。〃
M。 Papopolous was pained。
〃There is never a hitch in my arrangements；〃 he plained。
The other smiled； and without any further word of adieu he left the room； closing the door behind him。
M。 Papopolous remained in thought for a moment stroking his venerable white beard； and then moved across to a second door which opened inwards。 As he turned the handle； a young woman； who only too clearly had been leaning against it with her ear to the keyhole； stumbled headlong into the room。 M。 Papopolous displayed neither surprise nor concern。 It 。
〃Well； Zia？〃 he asked。
〃I did not hear him go；〃 explained Zia。
She was a handsome young woman； built on Junoesque lines； with dark flashing eyes and such a general air of resemblance to M。 Papopolous that it was easy to see they were father and daughter。
〃It is annoying；〃 she continued vexedly； 〃that one cannot see through a keyhole and hear through it at the same time。〃
〃It has often annoyed me；〃 said M。 Papopolous； with great simplicity。
〃So that is M。 le Marquis；〃 said Zia slowly。 〃Does he always wear a mask； father？〃
〃Always。〃
There was a pause。
〃It is the rubies； I suppose？〃 asked Zia。
Her father nodded。
〃Wh