"But how was the trunk conveyed hence?"
"I do not know, monsieur."
"Did you see Mademoiselle Madeleine the next morning?" inquired Bertha.
"No, mademoiselle. I could not help going to the châlet the first thing when I came out to work. I pushed the door open and looked in; the trunk was not there, and I knew that Mademoiselle Madeleine was gone too!"
"But did not Mademoiselle Madeleine drop some hint, even the faintest, of her plans?" asked Maurice, earnestly.
"I have told monsieur every word Mademoiselle Madeleine spoke to me on the subject."
"Some one must have aided her further! Who could it be? Who could it possibly be?" mused Maurice.
Baptiste was certain he knew who alone it could be; and he was pondering within himself whether he had the right to mention the note Madeleine had ordered him to deliver to M. de Bois. Her request had been that he would give no information he could honestly avoid; if it could be avoided, it was plain, then, that the intelligence ought not to be communicated.
"Has monsieur done with me?" he asked, as Maurice stood reflecting in silence.