Fandor was about to utter a protest, when there was a knock on the studio door. Startled, the two men looked at each other anxiously.
"It can only be one of the force," murmured Monsieur Havard. "I told them I was coming here with you, and that they were to send for me if necessary."
The two men walked to the door. Monsieur Havard opened it. There stood a cyclist member of the police force. He saluted respectfully, and told his chief that he had come with a message from Michel.
"The message?"
"That the arrest is successful, chief."
"Which?"
"That of the band of Numbers, chief."
"Good! Whom have you bagged?"
"Almost the whole lot, chief!"
"That is to say?"