Having read so far, the police agent placed his papers on thewriting-table, waited a moment for orders, and, receiving none, wentout. No change came over the sadness and perplexity of Lomaque's face.He still beat his nails anxiously on the writing-table, and did noteven look at the second agent as he ordered the man to read his report.Magloire produced some slips of paper precisely similar to Picard's andread from them in the same rapid, business-like, unmodulated tones: