At those words my heart stopped beating. I suddenly remembered Prilukoff's ill-gotten banknotes.
“Elise!” I gasped; “in the desk in my sitting-room—there was some money.”
“Yes, madame.”
“It is quite safe, madame. I have taken it.”
“You have taken it!”
“Yes, madame. Here it is.” And with satisfied hand Elise patted a black leather satchel that lay in her lap.
With a sob I hid my face in my hands.
Indeed, we had stolen something!