“Harvey Wynne!” gasped Frank.
Mademoiselle Mystere clasped a hand over the boy’s lips, whispering in his ear:
“Silence! They will hear you!”
But the anarchists were making considerable noise, and the boy was not heard.
Harvey Wynne was conscious, and his keen eyes roved from face to face of the terrible men around him. He was mentally noting the appearance of each one.
For a little time the anarchists were so astonished that they could no more than talk confusedly among themselves, with many shrugs and gestures.
“If the one in the cellar is not the spy, who is he?” asked Lenoir.
“He must be what he represented himself to be—a tourist,” said Vaugirad. “Mademoiselle Mystere is responsible for the blunder.”
“It is unaccountable how she could have made it.”
“By this time the youngster in the cellar is dead. He may no longer be in the cellar; Durant may have cast the body through the manhole.”