With all his heaving body, with all his tense glance, Altenheim pointed to a cupboard in the corner of the room.
"There . . . there . . ." he said.
"Ah, we're burning!" chuckled Lupin.
M. Weber opened the cupboard. On one of the shelves was a parcel wrapped in black cloth. He opened it and found a hat, a little box, some clothes. . . . He gave a start. He had recognized M. Lenormand's olive-green frock-coat.
"Oh, the villains!" he cried. "They have murdered him!"
"No," said Altenheim, shaking his head.
"Then . . . ?"
"It's he . . . he . . ."
"What do you mean by 'he'? . . . Did Lupin kill the chief?"
"No. . . ."