But I understood the sentence perfectly, for it corresponded in a terrible manner with my own dreadful thought.

“Can you tell us where Erik is?” I asked.

She replied that he must have left the house.

“Could you make sure?”

“No. I am fastened. I can not stir a limb.”

When we heard this, M. de Chagny and I gave a yell of fury. Our safety, the safety of all three of us, depended on the girl’s liberty of movement.