uisite！〃
The dancer acknowledged this pliment with a brief mechanical smile。
〃My descent upon you is unceremonious；〃 she began。
〃But seat yourself； I beg of you； Mademoiselle；〃 cried the te； bringing forward a chair。
Behind the gallantry of his manner he was observing her narrowly。 There were very few things that the te did not know about women。 True； his experience had not lain much in ladies of Mirelle's class； who were themselves predatory。 He and the dancer were； in a sense； birds of a feather。 His arts； the te knew； would be thrown away on Mirelle。 She was a Parisienne； and a shrewd one。 Nevertheless； there was one thing that the te could recognize infallibly when he saw it。 He knew at once that he was in the presence of a very angry woman； and an angry woman； as the te was well aware； always says more than is prudent； and is occasionally a source of profit to a level…headed gentleman who keeps cool。
〃It is most amiable of you； Mademoiselle； to honour my poor abode thus。〃
〃We have mutual friends in Paris；〃 said Mirelle。 〃I have heard of you from them； but I e to see you today for another reason。 I have heard of you since I came to Nice … in a different way； you understand。〃
〃Ah？〃 said the te softly。
〃I will be brutal；〃 continued the dancer； 〃nevertheless； believe that I have your welfare at heart。 They are saying in Nice； Monsieur le te； that you are the murderer of the English lady； Madame Kettering。〃
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