“Miss Henrietta, Miss Henrietta, they want you!”
No reply came.
“Well!” he said triumphantly, “you see!”
But, whilst the man was knocking at the door, M. Ravinet had knelt down,
and tried to open the door a little, putting now his eye, and now his
ear, to the keyhole and to the slight opening between the door and the
frame.
Suddenly he rose deadly pale.
“It is all over; we are too late!”