“Yes. ‘Where is this house?”
“See, here is the address written on this piece of paper.”
Graff read—
“Boulevard Maillot, 16 bis. And you say that he was expected there about ten o’clock?”
As though in obedience to his words, the timepiece struck the hour at the very instant.
Graff rang the bell. Baudoin appeared.
“Quick, Baudoin, a carriage! You will accompany me. Have you a good revolver?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then bring it with you. Do not say a word to any one. I will rejoin you in the yard. Ten o’clock! We will be there, all the same, and if they have harmed the child, let them beware!”
Baudoin had already left the room. Marianne, motionless, watched Uncle Graff make his preparations. He took up a bundle of bank-notes, a revolver, and a heavy steel-headed stick. Then he appeared to remember that Mademoiselle Lichtenbach was in the room. Coming up to her, he said kindly—