“It’s impossible. No one goes into her bedroom except in the morning. Till then--they won’t see.” They did not dare to look one another in the face. Dominique held out his hand. She drew from her bosom ten thousand-franc notes and held them out to him. He almost snatched them from her and said: “Thanks. If it were to be done again, I should refuse. What am I to do now?” “Get away. If you run, you’ll catch the others up before they get back to the boat.” “They’ve got Ralph d’Andresy?” “Yes.” “That’s a good thing. He’s been giving me a lot of trouble during the last fortnight. He was very suspicious. By the way--those jewels of the monks.” “We have them,” said Josephine. “Are they safe?” “In the strong-room of a bank in London.” “Are there many of them?” he said greedily. “A trunk full.” “Good! More than a hundred thousand francs for me, what?” “Much more. But hurry up--unless you prefer to wait for me,” she said. “No, no. I want to get away from here as soon as possible and as far as possible. But what about you?” “I’m just going to make sure that there are no papers here which would be dangerous for us, and I’ll catch up with you.” Dominique followed the others out through the window. At once Josephine ransacked all the drawers in the room, and finding nothing, hunted through the pockets of Ralph’s clothes. She emptied his pocket-book out on to the table. It contained bank-notes, visiting cards and a photograph--the photograph of Clarice d’Etigues. Josephine looked at it earnestly with an expression no longer of hate, but cold and unforgiving. Then she stood still wearing the air of one who gazed upon some painful spectacle, while her lips retained their sweet smile. The mirror on the toilet table was in front of her and she caught sight of her image in it. She sat down with her head resting on her hands and gazed at herself. Her eyes grew brighter and her smile sweeter, as if she was enjoying to the full her consciousness of her beauty. She drew forward on to her forehead the thin veil which always covered her hair and arranged it to bring out her resemblance to the Virgin of Bernardino Luini.