That was the truth, as I had guessed from the first.

Do you remember what I said, on entering the Donjon Inn?
--'We shall have to eat red meat--now!' I had heard the words on the same morning when we arrived at the park gate.

You heard them also, but you did not attach any importance to them.

You recollect, when we reached the park gate, that we stopped to look at a man who was running by the side of the wall, looking every minute at his watch.

That was Larsan.