Great-great-grand-nephew of the Baron of Beaugard as he was, Jean Jacques looked like the portrait of him which hung in the Manor Cartier.

"Wait--but wait one minute!" exclaimed George Masson; and now, all at once, he had grown cool and determined, and his brain was at work again with an activity and a clearness it had never known.

He had gained one minute of time, he might be able to gain more.

In any case, no one could save him except himself.

There was Jean Jacques with his hand on the lever--one turn and the thing was done for ever.