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"Now for quick action! It was indeed time for that, for as I was about to place my legs through the window, the man had seen me, had bounded to his feet, had sprung--as I foresaw he would--to the door of the ante-chamber, had time to open it, and fled. But I was already behind him, revolver in hand, shouting 'Help!' "Like an arrow I crossed the room, but noticed a letter on the table as I rushed. I almost came up with the man in the ante-room, for he had lost time in opening the door to the gallery. I flew on wings, and in the gallery was but a few feet behind him. He had taken, as I supposed he would, the gallery on his right,--that is to say, the road he had prepared for his flight. 'Help, Jacques!--help, Larsan!' I cried. He could not escape us! I raised a shout of joy, of savage victory. The man reached the intersection of the two galleries hardly two seconds before me for the meeting which I had prepared--the fatal shock which must inevitably take place at that spot! We all rushed to the crossing-place--Monsieur Stangerson and I coming from one end of the right gallery, Daddy Jacques coming from the other end of the same gallery, and Frederic Larsan coming from the 'off-turning' gallery. "The man was not there! "We looked at each other stupidly and with eyes terrified. The man had vanished like a ghost. 'Where is he--where is he?' we all asked. "'It is impossible he can have escaped!' I cried, my terror mastered by my anger. "'I touched him!' exclaimed Frederic Larsan. "'I felt his breath on my face!' cried Daddy Jacques. "'Where is he?'--where is he?' we all cried. "We raced like madmen along the two galleries; we visited doors and windows--they were closed, hermetically closed. They had not been opened. Besides, the opening of a door or window by this man whom we were hunting, without our having perceived it, would have been more inexplicable than his disappearance. "Where is he?--where is he?--He could not have got away by a door or a window, nor by any other way. He could not have passed through our bodies! "I confess that, for the moment, I felt 'done for.' For the gallery was perfectly lighted, and there was neither trap, nor secret door in the walls, nor any sort of hiding-place. We moved the chairs and lifted the pictures. Nothing!--nothing! We would have looked into a flower-pot, if there had been one to look into!" When this mystery, thanks to Rouletabille, was naturally explain
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