Armand was vainly trying to shake himself free from a sudden, an awful sense of horror.
He gave another vigorous pull at the hell, then with one bound he overtook the concierge, who was preparing to descend the stairs, and gripped him peremptorily by the arm.
"Where is Mademoiselle Lange ?" he asked.
His voice sounded quite strange in his own ear; his throat felt parched, and he had to moisten his lips with his tongue before he was able to speak.
"Arrested," replied the man.
"Arrested?
When?
Where?
How ?" "When--late yesterday evening.

Where ?--here in her room.

How ?--by the agents of the Committee of General Security.

She and the old woman! Basta! that's all I know.

Now I am going back to bed, and you clear out of the house.