I will look into that presently." "Nonsense!" interrupted Daddy Jacques; "the murderer did not go that way." "Which way did he go, then ?" "How do I know ?" Rouletabille looked at everything, smelled everything.

He went down on his knees and rapidly examined every one of the paving tiles.

Daddy Jacques went on: "Ah!--you can't find anything, monsieur.

Nothing has been found.

And now it is all dirty; too many persons have tramped over it.