CHAPTER XXV
A DEBT IS PAID
Dr. Legrand slept late on this Saturday morning; his dreams had been pleasant, and he hastily descended to his study, his face beaming, his body tingling with excitement. The regret which he had expressed last night, and really felt in his own limited fashion, was gone; how could he feel regret when in a short hour or two he was destined to handle so much money?
As he went to his study a servant stopped him.
"Monsieur, monsieur, we have only just discovered, but Mademoiselle St. Clair—"
"Yes, yes; what about her?"
"Gone, monsieur."
"Gone!"