In that moment he suffered the extreme agony of misery and impotence.

It was impossible for him to defend his property, to dispute with the head thief who was sacking his castle, tranquilly ignoring the very existence of the owner.

"Robbers! thieves!" and he fled back to the lodge.
He passed the remainder of the morning with his elbow on the table, his head in his hands, the same as the day before, letting the hours grind slowly by, trying not to hear the rolling of the vehicles that were bearing away these credentials of his wealth.
Toward midday, the Keeper announced that an officer who had arrived a few hours before in an automobile was inquiring for him.
Responding to this summons, Desnoyers encountered outside the lodge, a captain arrayed like the others in sheathed and pointed helmet, in mustard-colored uniform, red leather boots, sword, revolver, field-glasses and geographic map hanging in a case from his belt.

He appeared young; on his sleeve was the staff emblem.
"Do you know me?
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