"Impossible to get out that way," he said, jumping back into the
laboratory. "Besides, even if he had tried to do it, he would have
brought all that ironwork down to the ground. No, no; it is not
on that side we have to search."
Rouletabille next examined the furniture and opened the doors of the
cabinet. Then he came to the windows, through which he declared no
one could possibly have passed. At the second window he found Daddy
Jacques in contemplation.
"Well, Daddy Jacques," he said, "what are you looking at?"
"That policeman who is always going round and round the lake.
Another of those fellows who think they can see better than anybody
else!"
"You don't know Frederic Larsan, Daddy Jacques, or you wouldn't
speak of him in that way," said Rouletabille in a melancholy tone.
"If there is anyone who will find the murderer, it will be he."
And Rouletabille heaved a deep sigh.
"Before they find him, they will have to learn how they lost him,"
said Daddy Jacques, stolidly.
At length we reached the door of The Yellow Room itself.
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