M. Lenormand sat down and his keen eyes examined the carpet, the furniture and the curtains. He asked:
"This is room 420, is it not?"
"Yes."
The magistrate grinned:
"I should very much like to know what connection you establish between this incident and the tragedy. Five locked doors separate us from the room in which Mr. Kesselbach was murdered."
M. Lenormand did not condescend to reply.
Time passed. Gustave did not return.
"Where does he sleep?" asked the chief detective.
"On the sixth floor," answered the manager. "The room is on the Rue de Judée side: above this, therefore. It's curious that he's not back yet."
"Would you have the kindness to send some one to see?"