"Yes. Into de garden."
"Not now," said Horton. "In my pocket."
"You found dem?"
"Yes."
"Dieu merci! It's what I—I 'ope'."
"But we mustn't lose them again now, Piquette, after all this. Is the door locked?"
"I—I doan know. I——"
Horton strode to the door and turned the key.
"Now let him come," he whispered grimly. And then, "Where's Moira?" he asked.
"Lock' in 'er room—yonder."