Delcassé was on his feet, striding savagely up and down the room.
"But it is absurd," he cried, "it is incredible that here, under our very noses, such things should take place! What are our police for, Lépine—our secret service?"
"It is the fault of that miserable landlord," Lépine pointed out.
"Of him an example shall be made. But that does not help us. This man must not escape! Think what it may mean for France if he escapes!"
"I have thought, sir!" and Lépine's voice was trembling.
Delcassé turned on him fiercely.
"Where is Crochard?" he demanded. "What is he doing all this time?"
"I do not know, sir. I have not seen him since yesterday."
"Rest assured that he has not been idle. Do you know where to find him?"
"I have his address."