We were in the old path to the Chateau! I shivered at the thought that he was going to take us there, to the house, to Mademoiselle! The Captain also recognised the place, and swore aloud.

But the dumb man went on unheeding until he reached the wooden bridge.

There he stopped short, and looked towards the dark outline of the house, which was just visible, one faint light twinkling sadly in the west wing.

As the Captain and I pressed up behind him, he raised his hands and seemed to wring them towards the house.
'Have a care!' the Captain growled.

'Play me no tricks, or--' He did not finish the sentence, for Clon, as if he well understood his impatience, turned back from the bridge, and, entering the wood to the left, began to ascend the bank of the stream.