His wrist was now nearly healed.

He had long ceased to keep his bed, and often strolled through the garden.
In spite of his impatience to go back to Montmartre, join his loved ones and resume his work there, he was each morning prompted to defer his return by the news he found in the newspapers.

The situation was ever the same.

Salvat, whom the police now suspected, had been perceived one evening near the central markets, and then again lost sight of.

Every day, however, his arrest was said to be imminent.