What should he write? He wished to test himself, and found that he was able to write clearly, and to select the proper words; but when he came to read it over, his will failed him.
Time passed. Suddenly there was a movement under the porte-cochere of “the house,” and a man ran through the street. Two or three persons stopped in a group.
Without hurrying too much, Saniel went out, and in a strong voice asked what had happened.
“An agent of business has been assassinated in his office. Word has been sent to the police bureau in the Rue du Hasard.”
CHAPTER XIV. THE EXAMINATION
Saniel was there to observe, without having decided what he should do. Instantly, with the decision that had “failed him so often during his vigil,” he resolved to go to Caffie’s. Was he not a doctor, and the physician of the dead-man? What could be more natural?
“A money-lender!” he exclaimed. “Is it Monsieur Caffie?”
“Exactly.”
“But I am his doctor.”