He walked along the avenue, it is true; but at the end of it he tripped down a street and turned out of that into another which brought him to the arcades.

He did not appear to enjoy his walk; indeed, any hurrying footsteps behind startled him exceedingly and made his face turn white and red, and his body hot and cold.

However, he proceeded along the arcades to the cathedral, which he entered; and just as the clock struck half-past three, in a dark corner opposite to the third of the great statues he drew his handkerchief from his pocket.
The handkerchief flipped out a letter which fell onto the ground.

In the gloom it was barely visible; and M.Chateaudoux walked on, apparently unconscious of his loss.

But a comfortable citizen in a snuff-coloured suit picked it up and walked straight out of the cathedral to the Golden Fleece Inn in the Hochstrasse, where he lodged.