"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I found this black pearl—"
"Where?"
"In her bureau drawer."
"Yes, my friend," interrupted Balthazar, "he found it in my presence in her drawer."
Cornelius eagerly seized the pearl. The proof was so convincing that he no longer knew what to believe. The miserable little pearl burned his hand as though it were a red-hot coal—he looked at it instinctively without being able to see it—and yet he could not remove his eyes from this bit of damning evidence! Balthazar took him by the hand, but Cornelius did not appear to notice him. He never removed his eyes from the pearl, yet the sight of it filled him with horror.
"Cornelius!" exclaimed Balthazar, now thoroughly alarmed; but Cornelius pushed him roughly aside, and leaned over so as to obtain a better view of the pearl.
"What's the matter with you, Cornelius?" Balthazar asked again.
"Get out of my way!" and he once more pushed his friend aside as he rushed to the open window.
Balthazar and Tricamp exchanged a knowing glance—while Cornelius, feverish with excitement, rushed into the study.
"He has gone mad!" grumbled M. Tricamp as he followed him with his eyes. "Will you
