“Where’s my man?” quickly asked Colonel Papillon in response to this appeal.
“There, the third from the left,” whispered M. Floçon. “We hoped you would recognize the corpse at once.”
“That? Impossible! You do not expect it, surely? Why, the face is too much mangled for any one to say who it is.”
“Are there no indications, no marks or signs, to say whether it is Quadling or not?” asked the Judge in a greatly disappointed tone.
“Absolutely nothing. And yet I am quite satisfied it is not him. For the simple reason that—”
“Yes, yes, go on.”
“That Quadling in person is standing out there among the crowd.”
CHAPTER XX
M. Floçon was the first to realize the full meaning of Colonel Papillon’s surprising statement.
“Run, run, La Pêche! Have the outer doors closed; let no one leave the place.”