He jumped in his chair.
Speechless, he handed the telegram to Hanaud.

It had been sent from Geneva, and it ran thus: "Expect me soon after three .-- MARTHE GOBIN." Hanaud nodded his head.
"I told you I had hopes." All his levity had gone in an instant from his manner.

He spoke very quietly.
"I had better send for Wethermill ?" asked Ricardo.
Hanaud shrugged his shoulders.
"As you like.

But why raise hopes in that poor man's breast which an hour or two may dash for ever to the ground?
Consider! Marthe Gobin has something to tell us.

Think over those eight points of evidence which you drew up yesterday in the Villa des Fleurs, and say whether what she has to tell us is more likely to prove Mlle.