And, in a tone of utter discouragement,
“Now it is indeed all over, and it is useless to continue our search. My father is certainly guilty.”
But M. de Tregars was not the man thus to give up the game.
“Guilty? Yes,” he said, “but dupe also.”
“Whose dupe?”
“That’s what we’ll find out, you may depend upon it.”
“What! after what we have just heard?”
“I have more hope than ever.”
“Did you learn any thing from Mme. Zelie Cadelle, then?”
“Nothing more than you know by those two rascals’ conversation.”