Kneeling I took careful aim at him, and as God lives, I would have saved much trouble that was to follow had I been allowed to fire. But at that moment a hand was laid upon my arm, and Yvonne's sweet voice murmured in my ear: "You have fought a brave and gallant fight, M. de Luynes, and you have done a deed of which the knights of old might have been proud. Do not mar it by an act of murder."
"Murder, Mademoiselle!" I gasped, letting my hand fall. "Surely there is no murder in this!"
"A suspicion of it, I think, and so brave a man should have clean hands."