Ann stepped forward, felt for and found the handle. She threw open the door with a nervous violence. The treasure-room was pitch dark like the hall. Ann stepped through the doorway and her fingers reached for the switch.
"Now," she warned them in a voice which shook.
Suddenly the treasure-room blazed with light; as suddenly it was black again; and in the darkness rose a clamour of voices.
"Half-past ten! I saw the hour!" cried Jim.
"And again the clock was higher!" exclaimed Ann.
"That is true," Moreau agreed.
Hanaud's voice, from the far corner of the room, joined in.
"Is that exactly what you saw, Mademoiselle, on the night of the twenty-seventh?"
"Exactly, Monsieur."
"Then turn on the lights again and know the truth!"