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M. SHEIN was standing at the foot of the stairs, and there was an expression of triumph on his face. After all, he was but a boy, and my treatment of him had wounded his pride; doubtless, he rejoiced at this opportunity to return to the charge. My own feeling at seeing him was one of relief that I had sent the Swede to the other door; Shein was not keen, but was observant enough to detect Lenk's nationality in his blond face.
"We meet soon again, M. Shein," I remarked calmly; "I trust that you have not waited long."