The ascent to it was easy for a young man of his agility. Leaving the château and creeping along under the ivy, he raised himself, thanks to the huge roots, to the opening in the thick wall. He found it deep enough to allow him to stretch himself at full length in it. So placed, nearly twenty feet from the ground, his head hidden by the leaves, he could not be seen, and he could see the whole of the chamber. It was furnished with a score of chairs, a table, and in the middle of it was set a great bench from some church. Forty minutes later the Baron entered with his friends. Ralph had foreseen exactly what would happen. The Baron Godfrey d’Etigues enjoyed the muscular development of a strong man of the music-halls. His face was brick-red and the lower part of it was covered with a red beard. His eyes shone with a strongly vital intelligence. He was accompanied by his cousin, whom Ralph knew by sight, Oscar de Bennetot, who had the same air of the Normandy squire, but was of a commoner and duller type. Both of them appeared to be in a state of considerable excitement. The Baron walked up and down restlessly and ran over the arrangements: “La Vaupaliere, Rolleville and d’Auppegard are on their way to join us. At four o’clock Beaumagnan will arrive with the Prince of Arcola and de Brie, by way of the park of which I have left the big gate open.... And then ... then ... _she_ will arrive ... if by good luck she falls into the trap.” “That’s doubtful,” murmured Bennetot. “Why? She has ordered a brougham; the brougham will be there and she will get into it. D’Ormont, who is driving it, drives her here. At the edge of the four cross-roads Rufus d’Estiers jumps on to the step, opens the door, and overpowers the lady. The two of them truss her up. This is bound to happen.” They came right under Ralph’s hiding-place; so that he caught Bennetot’s murmur: “And then?” “Then I explain the situation to our friends, the part that this woman is playing,” growled the Baron. “And you imagine that you will be able to get them to agree to condemn her?” “It doesn’t matter whether they agree or whether they don’t; the result will be the same. Beaumagnan demands it. How can we refuse?” said the Baron. “That man will be the ruin of us,” affirmed Bennetot. The Baron d’Etigues shrugged his shoulders and protested: “We need a man like him to struggle against a woman like her. Is everything ready?” “Yes. The two boats are on the beach at the bottom of the priests’ staircase. The smaller is scuttled and will sink ten minutes after it is set afloat.” “You have put a stone in it?” asked the Baron. “Yes, a good-sized boulder with a hole in it, through which you can run the rope.” They were silent, casting uneasy glances at the door of the chamber. Not one of the words they had spoken had escaped the keen ears of Ralph d’Andresy and not one of them had failed to put a keener edge on his already keen curiosity.