"And now," said Lord Hastings, "for the final question." Marie Dulcé smiled. "I'm ready," she said. "Is there any way in which you can procure for me a map of the fortress itself, including all its details?" For a brief moment the girl was silent. Then she sprang to her feet, her eyes once again flashing. "I can and I will!" she cried determinedly. "You shall have the paper to-morrow night before eight o'clock." CHAPTER V. THAT NIGHT. The conversation having come to this point, Lord Hastings considered further words useless. He was deeply impressed by the bearing of the young French girl and he had no doubt that she would do what she said--or, at least, that it would not be her fault if she failed; nor, for that matter, had Frank or Jack. "Well," said Lord Hastings after a short silence, "that settles that, then. I don't suppose you will tell me your plan?" The girl shook her head and smiled. "It's hardly necessary," she replied. "Now, if you wish, I shall have mother make a place here for you for the night. I don't suppose you have any other place to go?" Lord Hastings shook his head negatively, and half an hour later the three found themselves in a cozy little room on the second floor, in which there were two beds. "You may sleep securely here," was Madame Dulcé's parting words. Neither Jack, Frank, nor the commander wasted much time getting into bed, for they were all tired out and a few moments later they were asleep. All were astir early in the Dulcé home the following morning, in spite of the lateness of the hour at which they had retired. "I suppose you will be on your mission this morning?" asked Lord Hastings of Marie. "No," replied the girl with a smile. "To-night will be time enough. I shall spend the day here entertaining you." Lord Hastings made a gallant response, but he did not press the girl for the method she intended to pursue. The day passed pleasantly and swiftly. Night came only too soon, thought Frank, who was beginning to admire the young French girl immensely. Dusk fell soon after five o'clock and Marie made ready to go. Heavily cloaked and muffled, she turned in the door as she was about to leave. "If you will venture to the café again to-night," she said, "I shall have the papers for you. There is no other place where I can give them to you, so you will have to risk another visit." "We shall be there," said Frank. "I guess we can avoid Lieutenant Holzen some way, if he should be there." "He is always there," replied Marie and a moment later she was gone. "I guess we had better wait a while," said Lord Hastings. "Nothing was ever gained by being in a rush." Accordingly it was an hour later--almost half-past six o'clock--when the three came again to the little café.