I remember well rushing into my room like a mad-man and crying to you: 'I'll get the better of the great Fred.

I'll get the better of him in a way that will make a sensation!' "I was then thinking of Larsan, the murderer.

It was that same evening that Darzac begged me to watch over Mademoiselle Stangerson.

I made no efforts until after we had dined with Larsan, until ten o'clock.

He was right there before me, and I could afford to wait.