Nobody was at the gate, and it was only on the threshold of the chateau that I met the young man.

He saluted me with a friendly gesture and threw his arms about me, inquiring warmly as to the state of my health.
When we were in the little sitting-room of which I have spoken, Rouletabille made me sit down.
"It's going badly," he said.
"What's going badly ?" I asked.
"Everything." He came nearer to me and whispered: "Frederic Larsan is working with might and main against Darzac." This did not astonish me.

I had seen the poor show Mademoiselle Stangerson's fiance had made at the time of the examination of the footprints.

However, I immediately asked: "What about that cane ?" "It is still in the hands of Frederic Larsan.

He never lets go of it." "But doesn't it prove the alibi for Monsieur Darzac ?" "Not at all.