exclaimed: 'Here is
one of them! I saw them all three together not two hours ago!' And
calling to a comrade who stood near, he was about to lead Andre away.
At first, the young man made no resistance; but his face grew deadly
pale, and his lip trembled violently.

'What do you want? What have I done?' he demanded at length, turning
suddenly round to face his accuser; but the latter only replied by a
laugh, and an assurance that he would know all about it presently. A
slight struggle ensued, in the midst of which the pocket-book fell to
the ground, and a considerable number of bank-notes bestrewed the
pavement. At this sight, Andre seemed suddenly to understand the cause
of his arrest; he stood for an instant gazing at the notes with a
countenance of horror; then, with an almost gigantic effort, he broke
from the grasp which held him, and darted away in the direction which
had before been taken by the young girl. He was immediately followed
by the police; but although Adelaide and her friend remained for some
time watching eagerly the pursuit, they were unable to ascertain
whether he had succeeded in effecting his escape.

'I am sure I hope so, poor fellow!' murmured Adelaide as they drove
homewards--'for Lucille's sake, as well as for his.'

'You have quite made up your mind, then, as to its being Lucille that
we saw?' said Madame d'Heranville with a smile. 'If it was,' she
added, more gravely, 'I think she can scarcely merit all the trouble
you are giving yourself on her account. Her friendship for Andre does
not speak much in her favour.'

'Why not? Surely you do not think _he_ stole the pocket-book?' asked
Adelaide, in undisguised dismay.

'Perhaps not; but his intimacy with those who did, leads one to
suppose that he is not unaccustomed to such scenes. You remember the
old proverb: "Dis moi qui tu hantes, je te dirai qui tu es."'

'Do you not think we should give information respecting what we saw?
He was certainly unconscious of its contents?' asked Adelaide again,
after a short silence.

'He appeared so,' returned Madame d'Heranville; 'and I shall write
to-morrow to the police-office. Perhaps our evidence may be useful to
him.'

'To-morrow!' thought Adelaide; but she did not speak her thoughts
aloud. 'And to-night he must endure all the agonies of suspense!' And
then she looked earnestly at her companion's face, and wondered if,
when hers, like it, was pale and faded, her heart should also be as
cold. A