For the last ten years I've been saying to myself, 'Here we are: this time I've got him! ...
At last I'm going to nab him.' But I've said that day after day," said Guerchard; and he paused.
"Well ?" said the Duke.
"Well, the days pass; and I never nab him.

Oh, he is thick, I tell you....

He's a joker, he is ...

a regular artist"-- he ground his teeth--"The damned thief!" The Duke looked at him, and said slowly, "Then you think that to-night Lupin--" "You've followed the scent with me, your Grace," Guerchard interrupted quickly and vehemently.

"We've picked up each clue together.