"Have you the money?" she asked.
"Yes, yes—give me the key!"
Talizac threw down a pocketbook, and the giantess, with most exaggerated respect, pointed to the stairs.
As soon as Talizac had left the lower floor, she turned to Robeccal.
"And now we will make ourselves scarce!"
Hardly had the door closed on their retreating forms than an angry cry rang through the house. Talizac rushed from Francine's room. The girl had disappeared.