He then returned to the window and, pointing to the figure of
Frederic Larsan, who had not quitted the side of the lake, asked
Daddy Jacques whether the detective had, like himself, been working
in The Yellow Room?
"No," replied Robert Darzac, who, since Rouletabille had handed
him the piece of scorched paper, had not uttered a word, "He pretends
that he does not need to examine The Yellow Room. He says that the
murderer made his escape from it in quite a natural way, and that
he will, this evening, explain how he did it."
As he listened to what Monsieur Darzac had to say, Rouletabille
turned pale.
"Has Frederic Larsan found out the truth, which I can only guess
at?" he murmured. "He is very clever--very clever--and I admire
him. But what we have to do to-day is something more than the work
of a policeman, something quite different from the teachings of
experience. We have to take hold of our reason by the right end."
The reporter rushed into the open air, agitated by the thought that
the great and famous Fred might anticipate him in the solution of
the problem of The Yellow Room.
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