“He is going for a weapon,” whispered Mme. Cadelle.
It was also what Marius thought.
“Run down quick,” he said to Mme. Zelie. “In a cab standing opposite No. 25, you will find Mlle. Gilberte Favoral waiting. Let her come at once.”
And, rushing into the parlor,
“Fly!” he said to Mme. Thaller.
But she was as petrified by this apparition.
“M. de Tregars!”
“Yes, yes, me. But hurry and go!”
And he pushed her into the closet.
It was but time. Vincent Favoral reappeared upon the threshold of the bedroom. But, if it was a weapon he had gone for, it was not for the one which Marius and Mme. Cadelle supposed. It was a bundle of papers which he held in his hand. Seeing M. de Tregars there, instead of Mme. de Thaller, an exclamation of terror and surprise rose to his lips. He understood vaguely what must have taken place; that the man who stood there must have been concealed in the glass closet, and that he had assisted the baroness to escape.