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24 TEE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
And you '11 be happier in Heaven so.
(He goes out. After a long time, her eyes open feebly.) Mme. D'A. (weakly). — My heart — I must have fainted. "Where am I?
(She sees the letters, then the room, and rises with a cry.)
Ah, I remember — I must go (staggers). Eelasl
How weak I am !
(Jean enters and looks wildly at her, hiding his earth-stained hands.) Jean (slowly). — ■ Le bon Dieu be praised,
You are alive ! In the last hour I 've been
In hell ! What cordial can I bring, Marie,
To give you strength? Mme. D'A. (impatiently). — Help me to get away
Unseen, and I'll be strong enough without. Jean. — I '11 call a cab and tell the man to wait
Beyond the avenue. Meanwhile, slip out
This door and gain the street across the lawn.
(They start to go out. Marie is going to the wrong door.)
Non, non! The other way leads to escape. (Aside, as she disappears)
And that door to a garden and a grave !
The Place. — The boudoir. Monsieur D'Ambricourt is pacing up and down. Now he glances at his watch; now listens. Enter Ninnette. Mons. D 'A. — No news — you bring no news of her, Ninnette ?
Since morning gone, and it is almost dark !
My poor petite
Ninnette. — A gentleman outside
Desires to speak to you, Monsieur. Mons. D'A. — Let him come in — —
(Enter prefect of police, carrying gold chain-bag.)
Her bag — I gave it her
This morning — then — Mon Dieu! she's dead? Prefect. — I do not know. We found this bag just now
In the possession of a laborer, who claims
He picked it up — but it is possible
Mons. D'A. (wildly). — He murdered her! Beast! Let me speak to him. Prefect. — Come with me to the station-house. (They exit.) Ninnette (thoughtfully). — Murdered?
I wonder. But I think it is not so.
They are such stupid creatures — men! Ma foil
Ninnette could tell them all a thing or two.
But it is none of my affair, and I — ■
I am a woman, too. I'll hold my peace.
(Enter Madame D'Ambricourt, carrying a package, very pale.) Ninnette (clasping her hands). — Madame! Mme. D'A. (looking about eagerly). — My husband? Ninnette. — Gone an instant since
To question a poor laborer they found
With Madame 's bag. He feared you had been killed. Mme. D'A. — Go after him, Ninnette, and bring him back.
Tell him — I fainted — in the park — and lay -yor hours in a swoon. My heart is weak —
You know how weak my heart is, do you not,
Ninnette ? Ninnette (gently and, reassuring). — I know how weak a woman's heart
Can be, Madame. Be comforted. I'll tell