"Where is the King, Fandor?"
"I have already told you. I haven't the least idea. And, furthermore, I don't care."
"You are crazy to talk this way. What is happening is extremely serious."
"Why?"
"Simply because a charge of murder has been brought against Frederick-Christian."
"Very few people know it," exclaimed the journalist.
He stopped speaking suddenly. Outside the murmur of a crowd grew louder and louder as it approached. Juve and Fandor ran to the window just in time to receive a volley of stones which broke the glass in several places. The two men sprang back.
"Put out the lights!" cried Juve.
Below them the avenue was black with people. After a moment they could distinguish what they were shouting.
"Murderer! Murderer! Down with the King!"