CHAPTER SEVEN“What– can we – do?” Marcia gasped.
“I’ll show you without them seeing us,” Pierre said “where they have taken Monsieur le Duc. Come with me, m’mselle.”
Marcia looked quickly at Lisette who was lying still.
Then she turned towards the door where Pierre was waiting for her.
It was then she remembered the revolver that Jacques had left for her lying on the dressing table.
She picked it up and then she realised that Pierre had gone ahead.
She found him coming from the kitchen carrying something in his hands.
“I’ve a lantern, m’mselle.”
She saw that it was a simply made one of a candle in a jam jar and she thought that they would at least be able to see their way if they were going into a cave.
At the same time she was feeling frightened.
It was bad enough that Sardos ha
