At last they reached the top, both out of breath from the long and perilous climb.
"Hush—there it is!" whispered Dick pointing at the end of a narrow hall to a door from underneath which issued a faint glimmer of light.
Cautiously, noiselessly, treading on tiptoe, the lawyer and his companion crept along the passage until they came to the door. They listened. There was not a sound. Even the hum of machinery which they had heard in the street, had ceased. Could the inmates have taken alarm?
All at once they heard people talking. Instantly, Steell recognized the voice of Keralio. He was questioning someone, no doubt the valet. They listened.
"Well, did you carry out my orders?"
"Oui, monsieur, ze last of ze ten-dollar bills has been passed. I have ze money here."
"I did not mean that," broke in Keralio impatiently. "I mean as regards the child——"
"Oui, monsieur. Didn't you receive my telegram. I brought the child from Philadelphia yesterday evening."
Steell, puzzled, turned to his companion.
"What child are they talking about?" he whispered.