Monsieur, here we have the check for your dinner--you dined at the
Palais Royal. While you were there you wrote a letter in pencil. One
of your friends brought the letter here. His name was M. Adolph
Durand, and he lent you his passport. We are certain of your identity;
you are M. Jules Rousseau.

Joseph
The son of the rich M. Rousseau, whose house we are furnishing?

The sheriff
Hold your tongue!

The officer
You must come with us.

Jules
Certainly, monsieur. (To Giraud and his wife) Forgive the annoyance I
have caused you--and you, Pamela, do not forget me! If you do not see
me again, you may keep what I gave into your hands, and may it bring
you happiness!

Giraud
O Lord!

Pamela
Poor Adolph!

The sheriff (to his agents)
Remain here. We are going to search this attic, and question every one
of these people.