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Lupin’s bedroom was next to the drawing-room, but Lupin had permanently bolted the door between the two. He, therefore, had to go through the hall again.

Lupin switched on the electric light and, the next moment, said:

“I don’t see it...”

“Yes... I put it next to the flower-bowl.”

“There’s nothing here at all.”

“You must be looking in the wrong place, governor.”

But Achille moved the bowl, lifted the clock, bent down to the grate, in vain: the letter was not there.

“Oh blast it, blast it!” he muttered. “She’s done it... she’s taken it... And then, when she had the letter, she cleared out... Oh, the slut!...”

Lupin said:

“You’re mad! There’s no way through between the two rooms.”

“Then who did take it, governor?”

They were both of them silent. Lupin strove to control his anger and collect his ideas. He asked:

“Did you look at the envelope?”

“Yes.”

“Anything particular about it?”

“Yes, it looked as if it had been written in a hurry, or scribbled, rather.”

“How was the address worded?... Do you remember?” asked Lupin, in a voice strained with anxiety.