From being of a usual healthy sunburn, it had turned so white as
to look almost green under the bright electric light.
"Yes, I think I know what it means," said Count Paul between his teeth.
"A letter like this purported to come from Madame Wolsky when she
disappeared. But do not let us make a scene here. Let us go at once where
I believe she is, for if what I fear is true every moment is of value."
He plucked the Englishman by the sleeve, and hurried him out into the
grateful darkness.
"Get into the carriage," he said, imperiously. "I will see to
everything."
Chester heard him direct the driver to the police-station. "We may need
two or three gendarmes," muttered Count Paul. "It's worth the three
minutes delay."
The carriage drew up before a shabby little house across which was
painted in large black letters the word "Gendarmerie."
The Count rushed into the guard-room, hurriedly explained his errand to
the superintendent, and came out, but a moment later, with three men.
"We must make room for these good fellows somehow," he said briefly, and
room was made.
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