Paris seemed huge and as populous as an ant-hill.

I felt the hopelessness of seeking unaided one who purposely hid himself in its streets.
I went back to the Morgue and made some inquiries of the attendant there.

Nay, I did more--for why should a man be coward enough to shut his eyes to patent fact ?--I gave my name and address to the courteous official and asked him to send for me should any news come his way.

It was plain enough that the Vicomte de Clericy had of late been in such a state of mind that the worst fears must needs be kept in view.
I went back to the Faubourg St.Germain and crept quietly into the house of my patron by the side door, of which he himself had given me the key.

Despite my noiseless tread, Madame was waiting for me at the head of the stairs.
"Nothing ?" she asked.
"Nothing," replied I, and avoided her persistent eyes.