“Yes, carried off from his house, in broad daylight.”
“The devil! By whom?”
“Nobody knows . . . four men . . . there were pistols fired.... The police are on the spot. Prasville is directing the investigations.”
Lupin did not move a limb. He looked at Clarisse Mergy, who lay huddled in a chair.
He himself had to bow his head. Daubrecq carried off meant one more chance of success lost....
CHAPTER VII.
THE PROFILE OF NAPOLEON
Soon as the prefect of police, the chief of the criminal-investigation department and the examining-magistrates had left Daubrecq’s house, after a preliminary and entirely fruitless inquiry, Prasville resumed his personal search.
He was examining the study and the traces of the struggle which had taken place there, when the portress brought him a visiting-card, with a few words in pencil scribbled upon it.
“Show the lady in,” he said.