That night the police made one of the most notable hauls of the year; they captured a group of notorious criminals in the act of murdering a diamond-agent in a low-class resort on the banks of the Seine, among them all the Martial family.  In the cellar they found the blind Schoolmaster chained to a pillar.  He had been confined there by his former comrades, who feared that in his helpless state he might fall under the care of honest people and reveal to them the habits of his associates.  He was mad; in his arms he gripped, almost crushed, the dead and mangled body of Screech-Owl, who, seeking to escape down the cellar, had stumbled within the captive’s reach.

IV

For some days Jacques Ferrand’s clerks noticed in the notary a curious change.  He denied admission to his clients, though they knew his interests suffered heavily thereby.  His face thinned, his temples hollowed, his complexion became ghastly yellow.  In constant company with him was a red-bearded man, known as Brodamonte.

Then came the announcement that Germain had been freed from prison, the charges against him being dropped.  Also that Monsieur Ferrand gave a million francs to found a workingmen’s bank where the poor could borrow without paying interest.  Germain was to be cashier.

Ferrand’s sufferings were intense.  Brodamonte, discovered in a criminal act by Rudolph, was now his slave, and acted as his agent.  Both were watched by a well-concealed circle of spies.  Brodamonte forced Ferrand’s system of restitution, under Rudolph’s directions, who had succeeded in obtaining from the notary by a trick papers which proved his crimes and guilt.  This was his punishment.  A miser, he must give; and, always a pious fraud, he was now compelled to place all his money in trust with the good, simple old abbe he had long deceived.

By chance Rudolph now learned of the absence of the girl and the deception that had caused Madame George to make no inquiries.  He suspected truly that La Goualeuse’s abduction had been instigated by Sarah.

Suddenly an idea burst upon him.  Looking over the papers taken from Ferrand, he saw that the notary had reason to fear the existence of a certain child he had turned over to Screech-Owl ten years previously.  These suspicions changed to conviction when e learned that on the day of Marie’s release a woman had been drowned in the Seine.  So great was his rage that he now determined to revenge himself doubly on the criminal notary.

The Countess Sarah was recovering slowly.  Rudolph, believing her to be dying, consented to visit her.  He found her dressed and decked in her jewels, but pale and weak.

“Rudolph, I am dying,” she said; “I have something of great importance to tell you.”  Her agitation was intense.

“Our child is not dead!” burst from her suddenly.

“Our child!”

“I tell you, she lives!”

“Enough, madame, you cannot deceive me.  I know your schemes.”