"It is all clear now, and as plain as noon-day.

Lecoq, my lad, put the basket on the table." Gevrol at this moment returned from his expedition equally delighted.
"I am on the track of the man with the earrings," said he; "the boat went down the river.

I have obtained an exact description of the master Gervais." "What have you discovered, M.Tabaret!" asked the magistrate.
The old fellow carefully emptied upon the table the contents of the basket,--a big lump of clay, several large sheets of paper, and three or four small lumps of plaster yet damp.

Standing behind this table, he presented a grotesque resemblance to those mountebank conjurers who in the public squares juggle the money of the lookers-on.

His clothes had greatly suffered; he was covered with mud up to the chin.
"In the first place," said he, at last, in a tone of affected modesty, "robbery has had nothing to do with the crime that occupies our attention." "Oh! of course not!" muttered Gevrol.
"I shall prove it," continued old Tabaret, "by the evidence.