CHAPTER XII.
"GEORGIAN!" Mr.Ransom was the first one in the hall.

He had not undressed himself, expecting a totally sleepless night.

It was his figure, then, that the maid encountered as she came running from her post at the end of the corridor.
"Which room?
which ?" he gasped out, ignoring every precaution in his blind terror.
"This one.

I am sure it came from this one," she declared, knocking loudly on Anitra's door.
There was a rustle within, a cry which was half a sob, then the sound of a hand fumbling with the lock.

Meanwhile, Mr.Ransom had bent his ear to his wife's door.
"All still in here," he cried.