by his first discovery, he was proceeding more minutely with his perquisitions, undoing the strings of every bundle.     

       “It is useless, madame,” he answered in that brief tone which made so much impression upon M. Desclavettes. “You can only tell me what you know; and you know nothing.”     

       “Never, sir, did a man lead a more regular life than M. Favoral.”     

       “In appearance, you are right. Besides, to regulate one’s disorder is one of the peculiarities of our time. We open credits to our passions, and we keep account of our infamies by double entry. We operate with method. We embezzle millions that we may hang diamonds to the ears of an adventuress; but we are careful, and we keep the receipted bills.”     

       “But, sir, I have already told you that I never lost sight of my husband.”     

       “Of course.”     

       “Every morning, precisely at nine o’clock, he left home to go to M. de Thaller’s office.”     

       “The whole neighborhood knows that, madame.”     

       “At half-past five he came home.”     

       “That, also, is a well-known fact.”     

       “After dinner he went out to play a game, but it was his only amusement; and at eleven o’clock he was always in bed.”     

       “Perfectly correct.”     

       “Well, then, sir, where could M. Favoral have found time to abandon himself to the excesses of which you accuse him?”     

       Imperceptibly the commissary of police shrugged his shoulders.     

       “Far from me, madame,” he uttered, “to doubt your good faith. What matters it, moreover, whether your husband spent in this way or in that way the sums which he is charged with having appropriated? But what do your objections prove? Simply that M. Favoral was very skillful, and very much self-possessed. Had he breakfasted when he left you at nine? No. 

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