"In which?
In which ?" "Search them!" she answered, her voice low, but biting in its contempt.
"Try them.

Rouse my women, alarm the house! And when you have his people at your throats--five as they will be to one of you--thank your own mad folly!" Tuez-les-Moines' eyes glittered.

"You will not tell us ?" he cried.
"No!" "Then--" But as the fanatic sprang on her, La Tribe flung his arms round him and dragged him back.
"It would be madness," he cried.

"Are you mad, fool?
Have done!" he panted, struggling with him.

"If Madame gives the alarm--and he may be in any one of these four rooms, you cannot be sure which--we are undone." He looked for support to Tignonville, whose movement to protect the girl he had anticipated, and who had since listened sullenly.