"Of the Vicomte de Talizac."
"Talizac!" exclaimed Fanfar, "would that I could kill that man!"
The house was searched, and found entirely deserted.
A folded paper lay on the table in the lower room. She snatched it up. It contained only these words from Talizac:
"You have infamously swindled me. You have taken the girl away, but I shall find her and be even with you."
"The man lies!" yelled the woman.
Fanfar was nearly stunned. He now had not the smallest clue to Francine.
"Bobichel," he said, sadly. "Fate is against us. Come with me."
"But what am I to do with him?" asked Bobichel, pointing to Robeccal, "Ah! I have it."
He seized a rope and bound Robeccal firmly, and then bundled him into a closet, which he locked and put the key into his pocket. They drove La Roulante out of the house, and locked that door also, and then hurried back to the city.