" The judges
must know nothing about that phrase. All this matter is in your
hands. Monsieur, I leave it there; but forget the evening at the
Elysee. A hundred other roads are open to you in your search for
the criminal. I will open them for you myself. I will help you.
Will you take up your quarters here?--You may remain here to do
as you please.--Eat--sleep here--watch my actions--the actions
of all here. You shall be master of the Glandier, Monsieur; but
forget the evening at the Elysee.'"
Rouletabille here paused to take breath. I now understood what had
appeared so unexplainable in the demeanour of Monsieur Robert Darzac
towards my friend, and the facility with which the young reporter
had been able to install himself on the scene of the crime. My
curiosity could not fail to be excited by all I had heard. I asked
Rouletabille to satisfy it still further. What had happened at the
Glandier during the past week?--Had he not told me that there were
surface indications against Monsieur Darzac much more terrible than
that of the cane found by Larsan?
"Everything seems to be pointing against him," replied my friend,
"and the situation is becoming exceedingly grave.
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