from their reverie. "Or, better still, let us visit her room."
"Her room—her room," faltered Balthazar; "why, there it is," and he pointed to the adjoining apartment.
"And it took all this time for you to make up your mind who had committed the theft!" said the sergeant with a sneer.
"But," ventured Cornelius, "she certainly must have heard us."
Tricamp picked up the lamp, and, pushing open the door of the adjoining room, entered, followed by the young men—the room was empty! Simultaneously they exclaimed, "She has escaped!"
M. Tricamp felt under the mattress to see whether he could find any of the stolen property. "She has not even slept on the bed to-night," he said, after carefully inspecting the couch.
At the same moment they heard the sound of struggling outside, and the officer who had been left on guard downstairs entered the room, pushing Christina before him. The poor girl appeared more surprised than afraid.
"This young woman was attempting to escape, Mijnheer; I arrested her just as she was drawing the bolts of the back door," said the officer.
Christina looked around her with such an air of innocence that no one believed in her guilt, excepting, of course, M. Tricamp.
