"No? Ah, well! I'll send in the girl." He moved toward the heavy door.
"Wait!" said M. Paul. "You have left your diary." He pointed to the table.
The baron smiled mockingly. "I intended to leave it; the book has served its purpose, I'm tired of it. Don't be alarmed, it will not be found." He glanced with grim confidence at the stacked wood. "You'll have fifteen or twenty minutes after she comes in, that is, if you make no disturbance. Good-by."
The door swung open and a moment later Coquenil saw a dim, white-clad figure among the shadows, and Alice, with beautiful, frightened eyes, staggered toward him. Then the door clanged shut and the sound of grating bolts was heard on the other side.
Alice and Coquenil were alone.
CHAPTER XXIX
THE LOST DOLLY
As Alice saw M. Paul she ran forward with a glad cry and clung to his arm.