"Then let us go," said Ignace. "I'll lead the way, Jan. When we reach
the waterfall, go ahead and see if all is safe."

In perfect silence they left the room, slipping along a narrow, low
passageway that at first seemed walled with stone, then gave forth a
moldy, earthy odor.

Presently they heard the sound of gently falling water, and found
themselves under a narrow waterfall. Again a clever spring was touched
by some hand in the darkness, and one by one they emerged so close to
the edge of the falling water that the spray wet them.

They were in the open air once more.

Ignace clasped Evelyn by the hand, and she could feel the nervous
strain in his grasp. Noiseless as shadows, they slid from tree to tree
through the great park, and down the grove of interlacing trees. It
was a long walk. As Evelyn was wondering if she could possibly go much
further, a dark, round shape appeared in the opening ahead.

It was the haystack.





CHAPTER IX

NEW CLUES