CHAPTER XXI
A FALCON COMES TO LIFE
It was the keen blue eyes of the Irish girl, Merry, that made an important discovery connected with Petite Jeanne’s disappearance.
Knowing that Merry was up bright and early every morning, Florence called her at seven o’clock the next morning to tell her of Jeanne’s disappearance.
“But what can have happened?” the girl asked in tearful consternation.
“That,” replied Florence, “is just what we all would like to know.”
“I’m coming down,” Merry announced. “Coming right away.”
“Then come to the theatre. I’m going there at once. The night watchman is on till eight. He’ll let us in. Places never look the same by the light of day. We may discover some clue.”
And indeed they did. As has been said, it was Merry who came upon it. She was passing through a narrow corridor between two doors, when something caused her to look up at the sill of a narrow window just above her head.
At once she let out a little cry of surprise.
“The Marble Falcon!” She could scarcely believe her eyes.