So he permitted him to pass inside the disordered bedroom, and then he closed the broken door.
CHAPTER XII.
THE FATE OF “THE AMERICAN.”
“Monsieur,” said Carlier, in a low, confidential voice, when they were alone, “though I may be a thief, and under arrest, I am still a son of France, am I not?”
“I suppose so,” replied the commissary, rather puzzled.
“Well,” said the man before him, “if you keep observation upon the Baron de Rycker, you will find that what he has lost he well deserved to lose.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that the Baron is a spy—a secret agent of Germany.”