Stolen, from you ?" bewildered.
"Yes." "And it was not you ?" "Am I a killer of old men?
No, Paul.

De Brissac and I were on excellent terms.

You ought to know me better.

I do not climb into windows, especially when the door is always open for me.

I am like my sword, loyal, frank, and honest; we scorn braggart's cunning, dark alleys, stealth; we look not at a man's back but into his face; we prefer sunshine to darkness.