She ran out; and almost as she was down the stair Antonio had thrown on a coat and was flying down behind her.
He ran down three narrow streets to Poland Street, darted up a stair, broke into a room; and there on the floor, stretched face downwards, lay the lank length of Janoc's body, a map of Europe spread before him, on which with an ivory pointer he was marking lines from town to town. He glanced at the intruder with a frowning brow, yet he was up like an acrobat, as the tidings leapt off Antonio's tongue.
"Found!" he whispered hoarsely, "Pauline found!"
"Yes, and the dagger found, too!"
"Found! dearest of my heart! my sweet sister!"
Janoc clasped to his bosom a phantom form, and kissed thrice at the air.
"Yes, and the dagger found that she did it with——"
"The dagger?"
"Yes, and the lady is this minute taking it to Inspector Furneaux——"
"Lady?—Oh, found! found! dear, sweet sister, why didst thou hide thyself from me?"