Opening the door, Jo heard the sound of footsteps and saw a figure flying down the road.

As the Cure came out abstractedly, he glanced sorrowfully towards the place where the little cross was used to be.

He gave a wondering cry, and almost dropped the lantern.
"See, see, Portugais," he said, "our little cross again!" Jo nodded.

"So it seems, Monsieur," he said.
At that instant he saw a hood lying on the ground, and as the Cure held up the lantern, peering at the little cross, he hastily picked it up and thrust it inside his coat.
"Strange--very strange!" said the Cure.

"It must have been done while we were inside.