"And as he has not yet read the message, which is proved by the
condition of the cigar, it is probable that he had just received
it."

"How?"

"In his food. Concealed in his bread of in a potato, perhaps."

"Impossible. His food was allowed to be brought in simply to trap
him, but we have never found anything in it."

"We will look for Lupin's reply this evening. Detain him outside
for a few minutes. I shall take this to the examining judge, and,
if he agrees with me, we will have the letter photographed at
once, and in an hour you can replace the letter in the drawer in a
cigar similar to this. The prisoner must have no cause for
suspicion."

It was not without a certain curiosity that Mon. Dudouis returned
to the prison in the evening, accompanied by Inspector Dieuzy.
Three empty plates were sitting on the stove in the corner.

"He has eaten?"

"Yes," replied the guard.

"Dieuzy, please cut that macaroni into very small pieces, and open
that bread-roll....Nothing?"