Rouletabille listened.

The sound of the footstep died away in the distance.
"Is Frederic Larsan in his room ?" I asked, pointing to the partition.
"No," my friend answered.

"He went to Paris this morning,--still on the scent of Darzac, who also left for Paris.

That matter will turn out badly.

I expect that Monsieur Darzac will be arrested in the course of the next week.