〃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 te de la Roche；〃 said Katherine； with a smile。
〃There are others … more dangerous than the te 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。
Derek Kettering； ing out of the Casino into the sunshine； saw her sitting alone on the bench and joined her。
〃I have been gambling；〃 he said； with a light laugh； 〃gambling unsuccessfully。 I have lost everything … everything； that is； that I have with me。〃
Katherine looked at him with a troubled face。 She was aware at once of something new in his manner； some hidden excitement that betrayed itself in a hundred different infinitesimal signs。