He looked down the stairs and up the stairs; then he beckoned Perrichet to him.
"Go!" he whispered.

"Be quick, and when you come back hide the bag carefully under your coat." Perrichet went down the stairs with pride written upon his face.

Was he not assisting the great M.Hanaud from the Surete in Paris?
Hanaud returned into Mme.

Dauvray's room and closed the door.

He looked into the eyes of his companions.
"Can't you see the scene ?" he asked with a queer smile of excitement.
He had forgotten Wethermill; he had forgotten even the dead woman shrouded beneath the sheet.