“Here it is--I remember--this is exactly the sentence that I made out ... five Latin words ... in this order: _Ad lapidem currebat olim regina._” She had hardly got the last syllable out when Josephine bent sharply towards her and cried furiously: “It’s a lie! That formula--we’ve known it for ages! Beaumagnan can bear witness to that. We knew it, didn’t we, Beaumagnan? She’s lying, Ralph! She’s lying! The Cardinal mentions those five words in his memorandum; and he considered them of so little importance and so firmly refused to attach any meaning to them that I did not even tell you about them!... _In days gone by the queen ran to the stone._ But where is it, that stone? And who was the queen who ran to it? We’ve been trying to find out for the last twenty years. No, no! There’s something else!” Once again that terrible rage filled her, that rage which did not manifest itself in a raised voice of incoherent words but in an agitation altogether interior, which one divined from certain symptoms and above all from the unusual and abnormal cruelty of her words. Bending over the young girl she cried: “You lie!... You lie!... There is one word which sums up the meaning of those five.... What is it?... There’s a key-word.... A single key-word.... What is it?” Terrorized, Clarice lost the power of utterance. “Think, Clarice,” Ralph implored her. “Try to remember.... Besides those five words, did you not see something else?” “I don’t know.... I don’t think so,” moaned the young girl. “Try to remember.... You must remember.... Your safety depends on it!” he cried. But the very tone of his voice and his frightened tenderness for Clarice exasperated Josephine. She gripped the young girl’s arm and cried: “Speak! If you don’t----” Clarice stuttered incoherently. Josephine blew a shrill blast on her whistle. Almost on the instant Leonard stood on the threshold of the door. Josephine said, in terrible, inexorable accents: “Take her away, Leonard, and question her!” Ralph jerked in his bonds and cried furiously: “You coward! You wretch! What are you going to do? Are you really the lowest of women? Leonard, if you touch that child, I swear by God that one day or another----”