Poiret [blowing his nose]. “Then it is true he wrote the report.”
Sebastien [still sobbing]. “But it was to—there, I was going to tell his secrets! Ah! that wretch of a Dutocq; it was he who stole the paper.”
His tears and sobs recommenced and made so much noise that Rabourdin came up to see what was the matter. He found the young fellow almost fainting in the arms of Poiret and Phellion.
Rabourdin. “What is the matter, gentlemen?”
Sebastien [struggling to his feet, and then falling on his knees before Rabourdin]. “I have ruined you, monsieur. That memorandum,—Dutocq, the monster, he must have taken it.”
Rabourdin [calmly]. “I knew that already” [he lifts Sebastien]. “You are a child, my young friend.” [Speaks to Phellion.] “Where are the other gentlemen?”
Phellion. “They have gone into Monsieur Baudoyer’s office to see a paper which it is said—”
Rabourdin [interrupting him]. “Enough.” [Goes out, taking Sebastien with him. Poiret and Phellion look at each other in amazement, and do not know what to say.]
Poiret [to Phellion]. “Monsieur Rabourdin—”
Phellion [to Poiret]. “Monsieur Rabourdin—”