“To a good cat, a good rat!”
CHAPTER XIII.
THE REAL THIEF.
Eric, when he reached the hall, was called by the landlord, who said,—
“I am having the rooms searched, at Monsieur Lacelle’s request, for your little monkey. Will you come with me? We may catch her more easily.”
Eric was very glad to assist in the search. When nearly all the front rooms had been thoroughly examined, to no purpose, the little truant was found at last in the upper story asleep, on a soft cushion, in the sunlight. Eric stole up softly and took possession of her.
She awoke with a loud chatter of defiance, and tried to escape, but Eric held her fast.