“Not so fast, my little man!” replied the Cardinal, who thought this decision rather summary; “we will first count the money—”
“Hush!” exclaimed Cerizet, apparently listening to a sound.
“What is it?” asked the Cardinal.
“Don’t you hear some one moving below?”
“No, I hear nothing.”
Cerizet, making her a sign to be silent, listened attentively.
“I hear a step on the stairs,” he said, a moment later.
Then he hastily replaced the morocco case, and made desperate but unavailing efforts to lower the panel.
“Yes!” cried Madame Cardinal, terrified; “some one is really coming.” Then, fastening to a hope of safety, she added, “I dare say it is that insane girl; they say she walks at night.”
At any rate, the insane girl (if it were she) had a key to the room, for a moment later, this key was inserted in the lock. With a rapid glance Madame Cardinal measured the distance to the door; should she have time to push the bolt? No; certain that it was then too late, so she blew out the candle to give herself at least some chances in the darkness.