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“Something’s happened to Papa. I’m sure of it. We
should be hearing him chasing the robber away,”
cried
Suzanne.
Raymonde grabbed hold of Suzanne’s hand and
opened the door.
“We must go down there at once.”
As they got to the end of the stairs, they saw a man
near the front door. He was carrying something big. In the
dark of the night, it was hard to see what it was. The thing
was so heavy that the man moved strangely trying to
carry it.
The girls ran into the Count’s room and saw both the
Count and Jean Darval, the Count’s personal helper, lying
on the floor.
“Oh Papa!”
cried Suzanne.
“Please don’t be dead!”
Raymonde was much calmer than her cousin.
“They
are not dead. I can see them breathing.”
The man near the door saw the girls. He bowed to
them before turning to run.
Suzanne screamed,
“It’s him! It’s Lu . . . ,”
but she
fainted before she could finish speaking.
Raymonde calmly walked to the Count’s fireplace
and took his shotgun off the wall. She pointed it at the
figure running in the darkness and fired.