The caller obeyed instantly. A hand reached up and gripped the edge of the flooring, and out of the darkness into the light emerged the figure of a man in a leather cap and the blue blouse of a mechanic--a pale, fox-faced, fox-eyed fellow, with lank, fair hair, a brush of ragged, yellow beard, and with the look and air of the sneak and spy indelibly branded upon him. It was Cleek. "Clodoche!" exclaimed Marise, falling back in surprise. "Clodoche!" echoed Margot. "Clodoche--and from the sewers?" "Yes--why not?" he answered, his tongue thick-burred with the accent of Alsace, his shifting eyes flashing toward the huge window behind the bar, where, in the moonlight, the narrow passage leading down to the door of "The Twisted Arm" gaped evilly between double rows of scowling, thief-sheltering houses. "Name of the fiend! Is this the welcome you give the bringer of fortune, Margot?" "But from the sewer?" she repeated. "It is incomprehensible, _cher ami_. You were to pilot von Hetzler over from the Café Dupin to the square beyond there"--pointing to the window--"to leave him waiting a moment while you came on to see if it were safe for him to enter; and now you come from the sewer--from the opposite direction entirely!" "Mother of misfortunes! You had done the same yourself--you, Lantier; you, Clopin; you, Cadarousse; any of you--had you been in my boots," he made answer. "I stole a leaf from your own book, earlier in the evening. Garotted a fellow with jewels on him--in the Rue Noir, near the Market Place--and nearly got into 'the stone bottle' for doing it. He was a decoy, set there by the police for some of you fellows, and there was a sergeant de ville after me like a whirlwind. I was not fool enough to turn the chase in this direction, so I doubled and twisted until it was safe to dive into the tavern of Fouchard, and lay in hiding there. Fouchard let his son carry a message to the count for me, and will guide him to the square. When it grew near the time to come, Fouchard let me down into the sewer passage from there. Get on with your dance--silence is always suspicious. An absinthe, Marise! Have Gaston and Serpice arrived yet with the rest of the document, Margot la reine?" "Not yet," she answered. "But one may expect them at any minute." "Where is the fragment we already possess?" "Here," tapping her bodice and laughing, "tenderly shielded, _mon ami_, and why not? Who would not mother a thing that is to bring one four hundred thousand francs?" "Let me see it. It must be shown to the count, remember. He will take no risks, come not one step beyond the square, until he is certain that it is the paper his Government requires. Let me have it--let me take it to him--quick!" She waved aside airily the hand he stretched toward her, and danced into the thick of the resumed quadrille. "Ah, non! non! non!" she laughed, as he came after her. "The conditions were of your own making, _cher ami_; we break no rules even among ourselves."