"We are going to The
Yellow Room. Come with us," Rouletabille said to me. "You know,
my dear boy, I am going to keep you with me all day. We'll breakfast
together somewhere about here--"
"You'll breakfast with me, here, gentlemen--"
"No, thanks," replied the young man. "We shall breakfast at the
Donjon Inn."
"You'll fare very badly there; you'll not find anything--"
"Do you think so? Well, I hope to find something there," replied
Rouletabille. "After breakfast, we'll set to work again. I'll
write my article and if you'll be so good as to take it to the
office for me--"
"Won't you come back with me to Paris?"
"No; I shall remain here."
I turned towards Rouletabille. He spoke quite seriously, and
Monsieur Robert Darzac did not appear to be in the least degree
surprised.
We were passing by the donjon and heard wailing voices. Rouletabille
asked:
"Why have these people been arrested?"
"It is a little my fault," said Monsieur Darzac. "I happened to
remark to the examining magistrate yesterday that it was inexplicable
that the concierges had had time to hear the revolver shots, to dress
themselves, and to cover so great a distance as that which lies
between their lodge and the pavilion, in the space of two minutes;
for not more than that interval of time had elapsed after the firing
of the shots when they were met by Daddy Jacques.
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