"With these new conditions, I've got to begin all over again, to find a new explanation of the affair.

For the moment--for the moment, I'm thrown completely off the track.

And you, Guerchard ?" "Oh, well," said Guerchard, "I have an idea or two about the matter still." "Do you really mean to say that it hasn't thrown you off the track too ?" said M.Formery, with a touch of incredulity in his tone.
"Well, no--not exactly," said Guerchard.

"I wasn't on that track, you see." "No, of course not--of course not.

You were on the track of Lupin," said M.Formery; and his contemptuous smile was tinged with malice.
The Duke looked from one to the other of them with curious, searching eyes: "I find all this so interesting," he said.
"We do not take much notice of these checks; they do not depress us for a moment," said M.Formery, with some return of his old grandiloquence.
"We pause hardly for an instant; then we begin to reconstruct--to reconstruct." "It's perfectly splendid of you," said the Duke, and his limpid eyes rested on M.Formery's self-satisfied face in a really affectionate gaze; they might almost be said to caress it.
Guerchard looked out of the window at a man who was carrying a hod-full of bricks up one of the ladders set against the scaffolding of the building house.