I compared the marks with the paper patterns I had previously made.
"Still following the tracks of the prints, Larsan and I passed out of the oak grove and reached the border of the lake.

There they turned off to a little path leading to the high road to Epinay where we lost the traces in the newly macadamised highway.
"We went back to the chateau and parted at the courtyard.

We met again, however, in Daddy Jacques's room to which our separate trains of thinking had led us both.

We found the old servant in bed.

His clothes on the chair were wet through and his boots very muddy.