Interrupt her father! Lorraine fairly gasped.
"Stay here," he added, with the faintest touch of authority in his tone; and, before she could protest, he had sped away up the staircase and round and round the long circular stairs that led to the single turret.
A little out of breath, he knocked at the door which faced the top step. There was no answer. He rapped again, impatiently. A voice startled him: "Lorraine, I am busy!"
"Open," called Jack; "I must see you!"
"I am busy!" replied the marquis. Irritation and surprise were in his tones.
"Open!" called Jack again; "there is no time to lose!"
Suddenly the door was jerked back and the marquis appeared, pale, handsome, his eyes cold and blue as icebergs.
"Monsieur Marche—" he began, almost discourteously.
"Pardon," interrupted Jack; "I am going into your room. I wish to look out of that turret window. Come also—you must know what to expect."
Astonished, almost angry, the Marquis de Nesville followed him to the turret window.