WHITEWASH
the sabre which adorned the hall wall (a witness to the prowess of the proprietor in the Franco-Prussian War), got under way.
An examination of the lower floor was quickly made. On the first landing the rooms opened showed only the confusion of occupancy, and the contents were of such scanty nature as to offer no allurement to thieves. Few of the patrons were in, but to these the landlord poured forth apologies and explanations that rapidly brought the excited inmates in scanty apparel to swell the throng of investigators. Room after room offered no solution of the mystery. The second floor was reached. Here the procession paused, the host addressing himself uncertainly to Sonia.
"These were the apartments of the countess. Should they rouse her? The child was ill; there was also the maid. If any attack had been made on them they were sufficient in number to have made some outcry."
"Knock!" commanded Sonia.
A light tap on the door received no answer.
"They sleep," murmured the chambermaid,
