"No," contradicted Gibelin, "there was _no_ name in the bag. I examined it
myself."

"The name was on the _under side_ of the flap," laughed the other, "in gilt
letters."

Gibelin's heart sank.

"And you took this flap from the American?" asked M. Simon.

"No, no! Any violence would have brought my colleague into the thing, for
he was close behind, and I wanted this knowledge for myself."

"What did you do?" pursued the chief.

"I let the young man cut the flap into small pieces and drop them one by
one as we drove through dark little streets. And I noted where he dropped
the pieces. Then I drove back and picked them up, that is, all but two."

"Marvelous!" muttered Hauteville.

"I had a small searchlight lantern to help me. That was one of the things I
took from my desk," he added to Pougeot.

"And these pieces of leather with the name and address, you have them?"
continued the chief.

"I have them."

"With you?"