"Yes. I found it on the table, took the earrings out of it, and put the box back in its place with the rubber ring round it."
They went on down the passage.
Each bedroom had a dressing-room and a closet which served as wardrobe attached to it. They stopped before the last transom; Saint-Quentin climbed through it and opened the door of the dressing-room for Dorothy.
There was a door between the dressing-room and the bedroom. Dorothy opened it an inch and let a ray from her lantern fall on the bed.
"He's asleep," she whispered.
She drew a large handkerchief from her bag, uncorked a small bottle of chloroform and poured some drops on the handkerchief.
Across the bed, in his clothes, like a man suddenly overcome by sleep, d'Estreicher was sleeping so deeply that the young girl switched on the electric light. Then very gently she placed the chloroformed handkerchief over his face.
The man sighed, writhed, and was still.
Very cautiously Dorothy and Saint-Quentin passed two slip-knots in a rope over both of his arms and tied the two ends of it round the iron uprights of the bed. Then quickly without bothering about him they wrapped the bedclothes round his body and legs, and tied them round him with the table-cloth and curtain-cords.
Then d'Estreicher did awake. He tried to defend himself—too late. He called out. Dorothy gagged him with a napkin.