"Is it thou, my Henri?" whispered a voice.
"Allaire!"
Ruth knew that it was the young count himself. Major Marchand drew her into the tiny hall. There was not much light, but she saw the two tall men greet each other warmly—in true French fashion—with a kiss upon either cheek.
CHAPTER XXIV
CAPTAIN VON BRENNER'S SISTER
The major turned immediately to Ruth, drawing his brother forward.
"Mademoiselle Ruth Fielding, Allaire. The Count Marchand," he whispered formally. "You understand, from my message by Bubu, Allaire, for what reason the lady has taken this arduous journey, do you not?"
"But yes," rejoined his brother. "Bubu safely arrived. I have not yet sent him back."
"But Tom—Lieutenant Cameron? What of him?" Ruth asked anxiously.