in the wall. The door must have been open, for the man disappeared
suddenly from view and they failed to hear the usual grating of the
hinges.

"He came from the drawing room," whispered Suzanne.

"No, the stairs and the hall would have brought him out more to the
left--Unless--"

The same idea struck them both. They leant out. Below them, a ladder
stood against the front of the house, resting on the first floor. A
glimmer lit up the stone balcony. And another man, who was also
carrying something, bestrode the baluster, slid down the ladder and
ran away by the same road as the first.

Suzanne, scared to the verge of swooning, fell on her knees,
stammering:

"Let us call out--let us call for help--"

"Who would come? Your father--and if there are more of them left--
and they throw themselves upon him--?"

"Then--then--we might call the servants--Your bell rings on their
floor."

"Yes--yes--perhaps, that's better. If only they come in time!"

Raymonde felt for the electric push near her bed and pressed it with
her finger. They heard the bell ring upstairs and had an impression