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If only there had not been this single torturing thought--a mere

pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. Suddenly he stopped short.

He was in front of one of the more imposing of the _cafes

chantants_--opposite, illuminated with a whole row of lights, was the

wonderful poster which had helped to make "Alcide" famous. He had

looked at it before without comprehension. To-night the subtle

suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very

simplicity, the head thrown back, the half-closed eyes--the inner

meaning of the great artist seemed to come to him with a rush. He

stood still, almost breathless. A slow anger burned in the man. It was

debauching, this--a devilish art which drew such strange allurements

from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity.

Unwillingly he drew a little nearer, and became one of the group of

loiterers about the entrance. A woman touched him lightly on the arm,

and smiled into his face.

"Monsieur admires the poster?"

As a rule Sir John treated such advances with cold silence. This

woman, contrary to his custom, he answered.

"It is hateful--diabolical!" he exclaimed.

The woman shrugged her shoulders.

"It is a great art," she said in broken English. "The little English

girl is very fortunate. For what indeed does she do? A simple song, no

gesture, no acting, nothing. And they pay her. Monsieur is going

inside perhaps?"

But Sir John's eyes were still riveted upon the poster, and his heart

was beating with unaccustomed force. For just as though a vague

likeness is sometimes borne swiftly in upon one, so a vague

dissimilarity between the face on the poster and the heroine of his

thoughts had slowly crept into his consciousness. He drew a little

breath and stepped back. After all, he had the means of setting this

tormenting doubt at rest. She had mentioned the address where she and

her sister had lived. He would go there. He would see this sister. He

would know the truth then once and for all. He walked hastily to the

side of the broad pavement and summoned a fiacre.