"Stop!" he shouted. "Stop!"
To kill Gudel was ruin, for he was the only human being who could prove Fanfar's birth. But he was too late, the zealous Commissioner had cut the rope.
"Fool!" shouted Cyprien, and then he listened to hear the dull thud of the body falling on the stones below.
But he heard nothing, for Gudel had not fallen. By a movement more rapid than thought, Fanfar, divining what was to happen, had thrown himself flat on the roof with his arms extended beyond the gutter, and had shouted to Gudel:
"Hold fast to the rope!"
Iron Jaws snatched the rope between his formidable jaws, and when the rope was cut he simply hung and waited. Fanfar slowly drew him up. It was a magnificent display of energy and strength. And presently Fanfar and Gudel stood side by side.
"Now, gentlemen, it is your turn," said Fanfar.
"No! it is my turn!" shouted Cyprien, taking a pistol from his pocket and firing.
The ball broke a slate which fell into the street. As to Gudel and Fanfar, they were far away and a high chimney hid them from view.