We saw the child lying on the rug, just as Cochefer had seen him, and for a while we took no notice of it.

Then some one--I think it was Lorinet--went to have a closer look at the brat.

He took up the candle and went up to the rug.

Then he gave a cry, and we all gathered round him.

The sleeping child was only a bundle of hair and of clothes, a dummy--what ?" There was silence now in the narrow room, while the white-faced clock continued to tick off each succeeding second of time.