And Celia turned as she stood upon the ground and gave her hands to the two men.
"Thank you! Thank you both!" she said in a trembling voice.

She looked at Hanaud and nodded her head.

"You understand why I thank you so very much ?" "Yes," said Hanaud.

"But, mademoiselle"-- and he bent over the car and spoke to her quietly, holding her hand--"there is ALWAYS a big Newfoundland dog in the worst of troubles--if only you will look for him.

I tell you so--I, who belong to the Surete in Paris.