Karl did so and said:
"It's not there either."
"What! This is beyond me! Rosenthal never parted with his pocketbook. He used to keep it to sleep with; he would have kept it to die with."
"Look for yourself, Excellenz."
"But then . . . ?"
"Some one must have been here recently and taken the pocketbook."
"Who? Frenchmen?"
The spy rose to his feet, was silent for a moment and then, going up to the major, said in a deliberate voice:
"Not Frenchmen, Excellenz, but a Frenchman."
"What do you mean?"