true. A good man may be ruined by his love for a bad woman—but the other way holds good also. A bad man may equally be ruined by his love for a good woman.”
Katherine looked up sharply.
“When you say ruined—”
“I mean from his point of view. One must be wholehearted in crime as in everything else.”
“You are trying to warn me,” said Katherine in a low voice. “Against whom?”
“I cannot look into your heart, Mademoiselle; I do not think you would let me if I could. I will just say this. There are men who have a strange fascination for women.”
“The Comte de la Roche,” said Katherine, with a smile.
“There are others—more dangerous than the Comte de la Roche. They have qualities that appeal—recklessness, daring, audacity. You are fascinated, Mademoiselle; I see that, but I think that it is no more than that. I hope so. This man of whom I speak, the emotion he feels is genuine enough, but all the same—”
“Yes?”
He got up and stood looking down at her. Then he spoke in a low, distinct voice:
“You could, perhaps, love a thief, Mademoiselle, but not a murderer .”
He wheeled sharply away on that and left her sitting there.
He heard the little gasp she gave and paid no attention. He had said what he meant to say. He left her there to digest that last unmistakable phrase.