My young friend asked them at what hour Mr.Arthur Rance had arrived.

They answered that they did not know he was at the chateau.

He must have come during the evening of the previous night, but they had not had to open the gate for him, because, being a great walker, and not wishing that a carriage should be sent to meet him, he was accustomed to get off at the little hamlet of Saint-Michel, from which he came to the chateau by way of the forest.

He reached the park by the grotto of Sainte-Genevieve, over the little gate of which, giving on to the park, he climbed.
As the concierges spoke, I saw Rouletabille's face cloud over and exhibit disappointment--a disappointment, no doubt, with himself.
Evidently he was a little vexed, after having worked so much on the spot, with so minute a study of the people and events at the Glandier, that he had to learn now that Arthur Rance was accustomed to visit the chateau.
"You say that Monsieur Arthur Rance is accustomed to come to the chateau.

When did he come here last ?" "We can't tell you exactly," replied Madame Bernier--that was the name of the concierge--"we couldn't know while they were keeping us in prison.