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And , without losing courage , he continued his searchings and investigations , as though he hoped to discover them hidden in some impenetrable retreat , bricked up in the walls of the house . In the evening of the twenty-seventh of March , old General Baron d'Hautrec , who had been French Ambassador in Berlin under the Second Empire , was sleeping comfortably in an easy-chair in the house which his brother had left him six months before , at 134 , Avenue Henri-Martin . His lady companion continued to read aloud to him , while Soeur Auguste warmed the bed and prepared the night-light . As an exceptional case , the sister was returning to her convent that evening , to spend the night with the Mother Superior , and , at eleven o'clock , she said : `` I 'm finished now , Mlle. Antoinette , and I 'm going . '' `` Very well , sister . '' `` And do n't forget that the cook is sleeping out to-night and that you are alone in the house with the man-servant . '' `` You need have no fear for monsieur le baron : I shall sleep in the next room , as arranged , and leave the door open . ''