“Yes sir.”

He was ushered into the drawing-room, where he waited for a few minutes. Then a gentleman came in, tall, and with a military bearing, gray-haired though still young, and wearing the ribbon of the Legion of Honor. Du Roy bowed, and said: “As I foresaw, Mr. Commissionary, my wife is now dining with her lover in the furnished rooms they have hired in the Rue des Martyrs.”

The commissary of police bowed, saying: “I am at your service, sir.”

George continued: “You have until nine o’clock, have you not? That limit of time passed, you can no longer enter a private dwelling to prove adultery.”

“No, sir; seven o’clock in winter, nine o’clock from the 31st March. It is the 5th of April, so we have till nine o’clock.

“Very well, Mr. Commissionary, I have a cab downstairs; we can take the officers who will accompany you, and wait a little before the door. The later we arrive the best chance we have of catching them in the act.”

“As you like, sir.”

The commissary left the room, and then returned with an overcoat, hiding his tri-colored sash. He drew back to let Du Roy pass out first. But the journalist, who was preoccupied, declined to do so, and kept saying: “After you, sir, after you.”

The commissary said: “Go first, sir, I am at home.”

George bowed, and passed out. They went first to the police office to pick up three officers in plain clothes who were awaiting them, for George had given notice during the day that the surprise would take place that evening. One of the men got on the box beside the driver. The