heart to
his head and feet; he became himself once more, terrible, thirsting for
revenge. He raised a dreadful cry.

"Help!" he thundered, "help!"

He rushed to the bell-pull, pulled till the bells rang with a strange
clamor of din, pulled till the cord gave way. The whole house was roused
with a start. Still shouting, he flung open the windows that looked upon
the street, called for the police, caught up his pistols, and fired them
off to hurry the mounted patrols, the newly-aroused servants, and the
neighbors. The dogs barked at the sound of their master's voice; the
horses neighed and stamped in their stalls. The quiet night was suddenly
filled with hideous uproar. The General on the staircase, in pursuit
of his daughter, saw the scared faces of the servants flocking from all
parts of the house.

"My daughter!" he shouted. "Helene has been carried off. Search
the garden. Keep a lookout on the road! Open the gates for the
gendarmerie!--Murder! Help!"

With the strength of fury he snapped the chain and let loose the great
house-dog.

"Helene!" he cried, "Helene!"

The dog sprang out like a lion, barking furiously, and dashed into the
garden, leaving the General far behind. A troop of horses came along the
road at a gallop, and he flew to open the gates himself.

"Corporal!" he shouted, "cut off the retreat of M. de Mauny's murderer.
They have gone through my garden. Quick! Put a cordon of men to watch
the ways by the Butte de Picardie.--I will beat up the grounds, parks,
and houses.--The rest of you keep a lookout along the road," he ordered
the servants, "form a chain between the barrier and Versailles. Forward,
every man of you!"

He caught up the rifle which his man had brought out, and dashed into
the garden.

"Find them!" he called to the dog.

An ominous baying came in answer from the distance, and he plunged in
the direction from which the growl seemed to come.

It was seven o'clock in the morning; all the search made by gendarmes,
servants, and neighbors had been fruitless, and the dog had not come
back. The General entered the salon, empty now for him though the other
three children were there; he was worn out with fatigue, and looked old
already with that night's work.

"You have been very cold to your daughter," he said, turning his eyes
on his wife.--"And now this is all that is left to us of her," he added,
indicating the embroidery frame, and the flower just begun. "Only just
now she was