case he should come back by the secret entrance," said Victoire; and she went to the opening into the well of the lift and stood looking down it, listening with all her ears.
"Then why, in the devil's name, have you left the doors open?" cried Charolais irritably. "How do you expect the lift to come up if the doors are open?"
"I must be off my head!" cried Victoire.
She stepped to the side of the lift and pressed a button. The doors closed, and there was a grunting click of heavy machinery settling into a new position.
"Suppose we telephone to Justin at the Passy house?" said Victoire.
"What on earth's the good of that?" said Charolais impatiently. "Justin knows no more than we do. How can he know any more?"
"The best thing we can do is to get out," said Bernard, in a shaky voice.
"No, no; he will come. I haven't given up hope," Victoire protested. "He's sure to come; and he may need us."
"But, hang it all! Suppose the police come! Suppose they ransack his papers. . . . He hasn't told us what to do . . . we are not ready for them. . . . What are we to do?" cried Charolais, in a tone of despair.
