“M. Beausire will find Mademoiselle Oliva, Rue St. Claude, at the corner of the boulevard. He had better come for her at once; it is time. This is the advice of a sincere friend.”
“Oh!” groaned the countess.
“And he has taken her away,” said Cagliostro.
“But who wrote this note?”
“Doubtless yourself.”
“But how did he get in?”
“Probably with your key.”
“But as I have it here, he could not have it.”
“Whoever has one can easily have two.”
“You are convinced,” replied she, “while I can only suspect.” She turned and went away, but found the staircase lighted and filled with men-servants. Cagliostro called out loudly before them, “Madame la Comtesse de la Motte!” She went out full of rage and disappointment.