But when other people at last declared that it must have been Dolores, M.Fille insisted on telegrams being sent by the magistrate at Vilray without Jean Jacques' consent.

He had even urged the magistrate to "rush" the wire, because it came home to him with stunning force that, if the money was not recovered, Jean Jacques would be a beggar.

It was better to jail the father-in-law, than for the little money-master to take to the road a pauper, or stay on at St.Saviour's as an underling where he had been overlord.
As for Jean Jacques, in his heart of hearts he knew who had robbed him.
He realized that it was one of the radii of the comedy-tragedy which began on the Antoine, so many years before; and it had settled in his mind at last that Sebastian Dolores was but part of the dark machinery of fate, and that what was now had to be.
For one whole day after the robbery he was like a man paralysed--dispossessed of active being; but when his creditors began to swarm, when M.Mornay sent his man of business down to foreclose his mortgages before others could take action, Jean Jacques waked from his apathy.

He began an imitation of his old restlessness, and made essay again to pull the strings of his affairs.

They were, however, so confused that a pull at one string tangled them all.
When the constables and others came to him, and said that they were on the trail of the robber, and that the rogue would be caught, he nodded his head encouragingly; but he was sure in his own mind that the flight of Dolores would be as successful as that of Carmen and Zoe.
This is the way he put it: "That man--we will just miss finding him, as I missed Zoe at the railroad junction when she went away, as I missed catching Carmen at St.Chrisanthine.When you are at the shore, he will be on the river; when you are getting into the train, he will be getting out.