"But shall I tell you something?
There are no two cats in the world that cry like that.

Well, on the night of the murder I also heard the cry of the Bete du bon Dieu outside; and yet she was on my knees, and did not mew once, I swear.

I crossed myself when I heard that, as if I had heard the devil." I looked at the keeper when he put the last question, and I am much mistaken if I did not detect an evil smile on his lips.

At that moment, the noise of loud quarrelling reached us.

We even thought we heard a dull sound of blows, as if some one was being beaten.