"Oh, the poor thing! . . . And by whom?"
"By 'him,' Sire. She knew him, no doubt. He must have been afraid of what she might tell."
The doctor arrived. The Emperor pointed to the girl. Then, addressing Waldemar:
"All your men to turn out . . . Make them go through the houses . . . telegraph to the stations on the frontier. . . ."
He went up to Lupin:
"How long do you want to recover the letters?"
"A month, Sire . . . two months at most."
"Very well. Waldemar will wait for you here. He shall have my orders and full powers to grant you anything you wish."
"What I should like, Sire, is my freedom."
"You are free."