"Yes."
"Just when night was falling, confound it. He isn't at all precocious, speaks very little, doesn't know where he lives, and can't even pronounce his own name?"
"Unfortunately that is so."
"Not far from Asnières gate? A suspected quarter. But cheer up. We have a very intelligent Commissaire de Police there. I'll telephone to him."
The distressed father was left alone for five minutes. How his temples throbbed and his heart beat!
Then, suddenly, the Prefect reappeared, smiling with satisfaction. "Found!"
Whereupon M. Godefroy rushed to the Prefect, whose hand he pressed till that functionary winced with the pain.
"I must acknowledge that we were exceedingly fortunate. The little chap is blond, isn't he? Rather pale? In blue velvet? Black felt hat, with a white feather in it?"
"Yes, yes; that's he. That's my little Raoul."