Lost trouble: the tall clerk hastened to put his things away, thinking of his soup, which was getting cold.
So that M.Tabaret soon found himself locked out of the room and alone in the dark passage.

All the usual sounds of the Palais had ceased: the place was silent as the tomb.

The old detective desperately tore his hair with both hands.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, "Albert is innocent; and it is I who have cast suspicion upon him.

It is I, fool that I am, who have infused into the obstinate spirit of this magistrate a conviction that I can no longer destroy.

He is innocent and is yet enduring the most horrible anguish.
Suppose he should commit suicide! There have been instances of wretched men, who in despair at being falsely accused have killed themselves in their cells.