"To be sure," said Graham; "and so we must hope he will now.
That was more than two hours ago," he said, turning to the
man--"what have you been doing ever since?"

"We carried him into the nearest _café_, Monsieur, and some
proposed taking him to a hospital, but after a time we found a
letter in his pocket addressed to this hotel, and we thought
it best to bring him here, as he might have friends; so we got
a _fiacre_. But it was a long way off, and we were obliged to
come very slowly."

"A hospital would perhaps have been the better plan," said
Graham; "or you should have found a doctor before moving him.
However, now he must be carried upstairs without further
delay. My poor child," he said, turning to Madelon, "you can
do no good here--you had better go with Madame, who will take
care of you; will you not, Madame?" he added, turning to the
landlady, who, roused from her bed, had just appeared, after a
hasty toilette.

"Yes, yes, she can come with me," said Madame Lavaux, who was
not in the best of tempers at the disturbance; "but I beg of
you not to make more noise than you can help, Messieurs, or I
shall have the whole house disturbed, and half the people
leaving to-morrow."

The sad little procession moved quietly enough up the stairs,
and along the corridor to M. Linders' room. Graham had gone on
in front, but Madame Lavaux had held back Madelon when she
would have pressed forward by the side of the men who were