"Now for this room," said Fraisier, pointing to Schmucke's bedroom, which opened into the dining-room.
"But that is M. Schmucke's own room," remonstrated La Sauvage, springing in front of the door.
"We found the lease among the papers," Fraisier said ruthlessly; "there was no mention of M. Schmucke in it; it is taken out in M. Pons' name only. The whole place, and every room in it, is a part of the estate. And besides"—flinging open the door—"look here, monsieur le juge de la paix, it is full of pictures."
"So it is," answered the justice of the peace, and Fraisier thereupon gained his point.
"Wait a bit, gentlemen," said Villemot. "Do you know that you are turning the universal legatee out of doors, and as yet his right has not been called in question?"
"Yes, it has," said Fraisier; "we are opposing the transfer of the property."
"And upon what grounds?"
"You shall know that by and by, my boy," Fraisier replied, banteringly. "At this moment, if the legatee withdraws everything that he declares to be his, we shall raise no objections, but the room itself will be sealed. And M. Schmucke may lodge where he pleases."
"No," said Villemot; "M. Schmucke is going to stay in his room."
"And how?"