I opened it, to find the _concierge_ there.
"There is a lady in the parlor to see Monsieur," she said.

"She has a maid with her." "A lady to see me ?" I asked incredulously.

"Who on earth can she be ?" The _concierge_ shook her head.

In my own mind I had arrived at the conclusion that it was Mademoiselle Beaumarais, and that Hayle had sent her to discover, if possible, whether I had escaped from my confinement or not.

On finding out that I had she would telegraph to him, and once more he would be placed on his guard.