The Son Of Monte Cristo Part 91 (1/2)
”Well!” cried Coucon, ”vanished like Miss Jane, like the Vicoe noise
Coucon, born and bred in Paris, had read many novels and seen many plays He at once announced that the house they were in had subterranean passages
”But there are no doors”
”What of that!”
He dashed from the roooing to do?”
”De her hands
”We shall be forgiven if we make mistakes,” said Coucon ”We can do only our best”
And Coucon began to tear up the carpet, and then to sound the boards
”Above,” he said, looking up, ”are the bath roos on the wall”
”Oh! that is wicked!”
It was of no use to argue, the Zouave had made up his mind, and he ripped off the silk as if it had been old cotton Madame, fired by his example, went to work also While they were thus frantically busy, the door-bell rang
”It is Miss Car”
He hastened to the door It was Carmen, as he had supposed
”My friends,” she said, ”where is Goutran?”
”I do not knoas the reply
”I will tell you, then He, with Monsieur Fanfar are prisoners in this house”
”What did I tell you!” shouted Coucon ”And now, listen--the noise has begun again”
Seizing the haular intervals He waited and listened Three blows answered hi the number, which were immediately repeated
”Yes, it is plain Our friends hear us, and wish to coun” Twenty-five bloere struck, one after the other, in quick succession The three looked at each other, greatly troubled
”The twenty-five letters of the alphabet!” cried Madame
”Yes,” said Carmen, ”repeat, to prove that you understand”
After repeated experiments it was found that communication was easy, and Carmen spelled out: