bathroom, too, are fastened. The windows—neither of them has been raised. He is not under the bed. The drawers in the bureau—they can contain no one; but I look. All the time my suite they are outside the door, crying to be let in and breaking at the door; but no, I cry to them to watch there while I alone—I not caring what happens to me—look. But there is nowhere else to look. There is nothing at all in the room. Yet the box has been opened! The emerald is gone!
"I am beside myself! My suite have broken in. They search everywhere; but there is nowhere I have not myself looked. There is no sign of him—nothing; he is not here. But he has left his blood—this one—the only one who besides myself in this country can know how to open the box; for
