They then described the incidents that had marked M. Lenormand's last two days: the night visit of the two ruffians to Pierre Leduc's villa; next day, Ribeira's attempt to kidnap Geneviève and the chase through the Saint-Cucufa woods; old Steinweg's arrival, his examination at the detective-office in Mrs. Kesselbach's presence, his escape from the Palais. . . . "And no one knows these details except yourselves?" "Dieuzy knows about the Steinweg incident: he told us of it." "And they still trust you at the Prefecture of Police?" "So much so that they employ us openly. M. Weber swears by us." "Come," said the prince, "all is not lost. If M. Lenormand has committed an imprudence that has cost him his life, as I suppose he did, at any rate he performed some good work first; and we have only to continue it. The enemy has the start of us, but we will catch him up." "It won't be an easy job, governor." "Why not? It is only a matter of finding old Steinweg again, for the answer to the riddle is in his hands." "Yes, but where has Ribeira got old Steinweg tucked away?" "At his own place, of course." "Then we should have to know where Ribeira hangs out." "Well, of course!" He dismissed them and went to the House of Retreat. Motor-cars were awaiting outside the door and two men were walking up and down, as though mounting guard. In the garden, near Mrs. Kesselbach's house, he saw Geneviève sitting on a bench with Pierre Leduc and a thick-set gentleman wearing a single eye-glass. The three were talking and none of them saw him. But several people came out of the house: M. Formerie, M. Weber, a magistrate's clerk, and two inspectors. Geneviève went indoors and the gentleman with the eye-glass went up and spoke to the examining-magistrate and the deputy-chief of the detective-service and walked away with them slowly. Sernine came beside the bench where Pierre Leduc was sitting and whispered: "Don't move, Pierre Leduc; it's I." "You! . . . you! . . ." It was the third time that the young man saw Sernine since the awful night at Versailles; and each time it upset him. "Tell me . . . who is the fellow with the eye-glass?" Pierre Leduc turned pale and jabbered. Sernine pinched his arm: "Answer me, confound it! Who is he?" "Baron Altenheim." "Where does he come from?" "He was a friend of Mr. Kesselbach's. He arrived from Austria, six days ago, and placed himself at Mrs. Kesselbach's disposal." The police authorities had, meanwhile, gone out of the garden; Baron Altenheim also. The prince rose and, turning towards the Pavillon de l'Impératrice, continued: "Has the baron asked you many questions?" "Yes, a great many. He is interested in my case. He wants to help me find my family. He appealed to my childhood memories." "And what did you say?" "Nothing, because I know nothing. What memories have I? You put me in another's place and I don't even know who that other is."