I swear to you, that I am innocent, and I know, I feel, that you believe me; but I would rather be taken for the guilty man than see justice go astray on that phrase, "The presbytery has lost nothing of its charm, nor the garden its brightness." The judges must know nothing about that phrase.
All this matter is in your hands.

Monsieur, I leave it there; but forget the evening at the Elysee.

A hundred other roads are open to you in your search for the criminal.

I will open them for you myself.

I will help you.