The report from the revolver made a deafening noise; but the man continued his flight down the stairs.

I ran behind him, shouting: "Stop!--stop! or I will kill you!" As I rushed after him down the stairs, I came face to face with Arthur Rance coming from the left wing of the chateau, yelling: "What is it?
What is it ?" We arrived almost at the same time at the foot of the staircase.

The window of the vestibule was open.

We distinctly saw the form of a man running away.

Instinctively we fired our revolvers in his direction.