Fire-Eyes! Anne was staring up at the figure on the top of the landing in a half-startled, half-fascinated way now. Yes, he was in appearance exactly as Madame Frigon had described him—only—only he seemed even more sinister, somehow, than she had pictured him from the old woman’s description.
Fire-Eyes broke the silence.
“What is the trouble, mes amis?” he inquired softly.
mes amis“Trouble!” The word came in a hoarse scream from Mère Gigot. She forced a passage for herself to the foot of the stairs, flinging those in her way to right and left. “That is the trouble!” She pointed to the man cringing against the wall a few steps below Fire-Eyes. “A man comes in here shot, wounded—perhaps it will be murder—I do not know—for he is still alive. Look!” She turned and pointed excitedly to where
