Once more, this novel method of walking behind the scenes, adopted by the managers of our National Academy of Music, attracted attention; but the managers themselves thought of nothing but their twenty-thousand francs.
On reaching the half-dark passage, Richard said to Moncharmin, in a low voice: "I am sure that nobody has touched me ...

You had now better keep at some distance from me and watch me till I come to door of the office: it is better not to arouse suspicion and we can see anything that happens." But Moncharmin replied.

"No, Richard, no! You walk ahead and I'll walk immediately behind you! I won't leave you by a step!" "But, in that case," exclaimed Richard, "they will never steal our twenty-thousand francs!" "I should hope not, indeed!" declared Moncharmin.
"Then what we are doing is absurd!" "We are doing exactly what we did last time ...

Last time, I joined you as you were leaving the stage and followed close behind you down this passage." "That's true!" sighed Richard, shaking his head and passively obeying Moncharmin.
Two minutes later, the joint managers locked themselves into their office.

Moncharmin himself put the key in his pocket: "We remained locked up like this, last time," he said, "until you left the Opera to go home." "That's so.