After ten minutes he stops. There is nobody following
him, but… where is he? Marcel looks right and left.
Then he sees a big, white church. “Ah! — the Sacré
Coeur,” he thinks. “Now I know where I am.”
It is late and there are no metro trains, but Marcel is
not tired. He walks back to Zaza’s house. When he
gets there, she is asleep in bed.