"Do you accuse any of these ?" "No, Monsieur!" "Then I do not understand what you are driving at.

There was no other person at the end of the court." "Yes, Monsieur, there was, not at the end, but above the court, who was leaning out of the window." "Do you mean Frederic Larsan!" exclaimed the President.
"Yes! Frederic Larsan!" replied Rouletabille in a ringing tone.
"Frederic Larsan is the murderer!" The court-room became immediately filled with loud and indignant protests.

So astonished was he that the President did not attempt to quiet it.

The quick silence which followed was broken by the distinctly whispered words from the lips of Robert Darzac: "It's impossible! He's mad!" "You dare to accuse Frederic Larsan, Monsieur ?" asked the President.

"If you are not mad, what are your proofs ?" "Proofs, Monsieur ?--Do you want proofs?
Well, here is one," cried Rouletabille shrilly.