could not take a step without encountering some article that had been mine.
The commissaire, in his bewilderment, at first looked at me distrustfully.
"Mon Dieu, monsieur," I said, "the disappearance of that furniture and that of the merchant form a strange coincidence."
He smiled. "It is true. You made a mistake in buying and paying for your bibelots yesterday. It put him on his guard."
I replied: "What I cannot see through is, how it is that the space that was occupied by my furniture is now filled with other chattels."
"Oh!" the commissaire answered, "he had all the night to work in, and accomplices, no doubt. There must be a communication between this house and the adjoining ones. Never fear, sir; I am going to follow this matter up closely. The scamp can't escape us for long, since we have a watch at the entrance of his den."
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Ah! my heart, my heart, my poor heart; how it beat and throbbed!
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I remained at Rouen fifteen days. The man did not return. Parbleu! parbleu! A man like that, who could have expected to capture him, or do aught to interfere with his plans?
Now, on the sixteenth day, in the morning, I received this strange letter from my gardener, whom I had made the guardian of my pillaged and empty house:
