machine, and then go back. But I never took much notice; I had no reason to.”

Pierre left, taking with him the letter to Yvette. For an hour Jules and Gaston discussed the situation.

“We must get her out to-morrow,” declared Gaston, “or else they may take her away and we shall not be able to find out where she is. Manton ought to fly over to-morrow night. If we can get Mademoiselle Pasquet out she can hide here quite safely for a few hours, but there will be a very close search when her escape is discovered.”

“I’ll get the message to Manton at once,” said Jules.

And so it happened that Dick and Le Couteur, who had been waiting for hours in a state of tense anxiety, received a few minutes later the call.

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“M M M begins To-morrow night stop Come early as possible stop Three lights in triangle safe stop Four keep off M M M ends.”

“At last,” said Dick grimly, with a look on his face that boded ill for some one. He looked drawn and haggard, and even Le Couteur could hardly repress a shudder at the savage determination that blazed in his eyes.

For Yvette the next day was one of misery. Time after time she was dragged from her cell and taken before the Governor of the prison, and Kranzler, to be pitilessly cross-questioned and even threatened with violence. But even though she knew well that the two brutes were quite capable of carrying out their threats nothing could break the spirit of the French girl. To all their questions and menaces she turned a deaf ear and nothing they could say would induce her to affirm or deny anything. Utterly worn out she was at length roughly bundled back into her cell, where she dropped exhausted on the miserable apology for a bed. At least she was alone.

It was about five o’clock and she had fallen into an uneasy doze, when she was awakened by a slight noise at the door. She saw the observation grille slide back and, pushed through the grating, a tiny parcel fell with a subdued clink on the floor. Then the grating was closed.

Hastily she sprang to her feet and seized the parcel, a new hope surging in her breast. It could only mean help!

Inside the parcel was a letter, unsigned of course, but in Jules’ handwriting, and a small key.

Nine o’clock came, and with all the wearisome ceremony dear to the 

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