Chapter

  1 I    |            revenge on him!” At this thought the wounded man clenched
  2 II   |            Gevrol abandoned what he thought an unnecessary investigation
  3 II   |          weary months, had come, he thought, at last, as he reached
  4 II   |            the city.~“Ah, well!” he thought; “have it your own way—trust
  5 II   |              for he trembled at the thought that Gevrol might reflect,
  6 III  |             police agents. Some now thought must have struck the younger
  7 III  |          horror of the scandal, the thought of safety, inspired her
  8 III  |          was still in doubt, but he thought of a way in which he might
  9 III  |          afraid. He feared that the thought of exploring the premises
 10 III  |          myself what he had used; I thought that it might be his cap,
 11 IV   |      expressed the remainder of his thought, then he added: “We must
 12 IV   |            He had reflected, he had thought of a way by which failure
 13 V    |             proof escaped us! And I thought myself so shrewd! What a
 14 V    |         locked; any fool would have thought of it—” Here he checked
 15 V    |              there was Gevrol to be thought of, and the inspector, furious
 16 V    |         Accordingly, the commissary thought there was no harm in taking
 17 V    |            he smiled to himself and thought: “We will see about that.”~
 18 VI   |          truth.”~But Lecoq had just thought of a method quite as convincing,
 19 VI   |            Lecoq. “This letter,” he thought, “was certainly written
 20 VI   |            the commissary of police thought he would spend a very unpleasant
 21 VI   |             plead my own cause,” he thought. “What are cold written
 22 VI   |             drove away the unworthy thought, it was because he was an
 23 VI   |     attribute it—to the inspector?” thought M. d’Escorval, not without
 24 VII  |             when we set him free, I thought he would go mad with joy;
 25 VII  |             ones. “I was right,” he thought; “this pretended drunkard
 26 VII  |         station house when a sudden thought brought him to a standstill. “
 27 VII  |             s forehead. “This man,” thought he, “has certainly been
 28 VII  |           take off his boots.~Lecoq thought the assassin’s glance wavered
 29 VII  |          equally absurd; and no one thought of inquiring the detective’
 30 VII  |           this cynical gaiety Lecoq thought he could detect poignant
 31 VII  |       studying his case that he had thought neither of the cold nor
 32 VII  |           he spoke, an uncharitable thought took possession of his mind. “
 33 VIII |             had no time to waste in thought, and accordingly at once
 34 IX   |  disagreeable to his feelings.~This thought caused a sensation of relief—
 35 IX   |      murmured. “I should never have thought of that.”~While he was talking,
 36 IX   |        Lecoq, he perceived the same thought sparkling in the young detective’
 37 IX   |         exhausted, but M. Segmuller thought it useless to continue. “
 38 IX   |             as its father.”~“This,” thought the Widow Chupin, “is the
 39 IX   |             a most happy result, he thought, but a few questions more,
 40 X    |           be considered first.” The thought embodied in these last words
 41 X    |         same idea. “This man,” they thought, “is very clever; it won’
 42 X    |             probably.”~M. Segmuller thought he could detect a hidden
 43 X    |          countries.”~The magistrate thought he had found a flaw in the
 44 XI   |           Shrove Sunday—and my only thought was to make a night of it.
 45 XI   |     jubilant. “Ah, my fine fellow,” thought he, “you are contradicting
 46 XI   |           the hotel any more than I thought of changing my clothes.”~“
 47 XII  |     imbecile, idiot, that I am!” he thought. “He was waiting to be questioned
 48 XII  |           feelings. “He yields,” he thought, “he succumbs—he is mine!”~
 49 XII  |            down admiringly. “Here,” thought he, “is a man of brain,
 50 XIII |        magistrate. “I ought to have thought of that myself. In his position
 51 XIV  |           Am I going to be ill?” he thought, sinking on to a bench.
 52 XIV  |           This is a bad beginning,” thought Lecoq. “I will go and get
 53 XIV  |             myself.”~It was a happy thought. A hearty meal washed down
 54 XV   |           no longer logic.”~At this thought, Lecoq burst into a hearty
 55 XV   |           paused. While absorbed in thought, his legs, obeying an instinctive
 56 XV   |           beyond remedy, on further thought it had a good side after
 57 XV   |            ignorant provincial. The thought was humiliating, and then
 58 XV   |          were touched. Lecoq’s main thought, however, was to shorten
 59 XV   |  exclamation of delight. “At last,” thought he, “I have a clue that
 60 XV   |           make all our fortunes.’ I thought him a very respectable-looking
 61 XVI  | investigation offices.~M. Segmuller thought that he had better begin
 62 XVI  |           his face. “It’s evident,” thought he, “that the wind’s blowing
 63 XVI  |       evidently making no headway,” thought the clerk. “May’s prospects
 64 XVI  |           magistrate, who read this thought in Polyte’s eyes, cut his
 65 XVI  |        potent of justifications? He thought of the agreeable surprise
 66 XVI  |        alone with Polyte.~“Ah, ah!” thought the smiling clerk, in a
 67 XVI  |          have done so easily. But I thought you would be waiting for
 68 XVI  |          haste to bring her here. I thought I was acting for the best—”~“
 69 XVI  |  consternation.~“I said so before,” thought Goguet, “the prisoner knows
 70 XVI  |         sufficient introduction, he thought there would be no impropriety
 71 XVII |             It is very strange,” he thought, as he walked toward his
 72 XVII |        virtuous Toinon’s phrase: “I thought him a very respectable-looking
 73 XVII |           for himself the harassing thought that the role now being
 74 XVIII|          like other people.”~“And I thought myself so shrewd!” murmured
 75 XVIII|          sighed, and one might have thought he was sobbing, but not
 76 XVIII|             this song is a signal,” thought Lecoq. “What can be going
 77 XVIII|             hundred to one on May,” thought the smiling clerk.~But Lecoq
 78 XIX  |       charge! Come, admit you never thought of that.”~The governor had
 79 XIX  |          bed, apparently plunged in thought. Suddenly he sprang to his
 80 XIX  |                Ah! my fine fellow,” thought Lecoq, “you are anxious
 81 XIX  |          mutual distrust. “Eh! eh!” thought the former, “yes, indeed,
 82 XIX  |            s turn. “I am defeated,” thought he. “I must confess it.
 83 XIX  |            afford to be silent,” he thought; “he will return to the
 84 XIX  |        confess I haven’t given it a thought,” replied Lecoq. “Besides,
 85 XIX  |           the detective force? Thus thought M. Segmuller, but he had
 86 XIX  |             to Lecoq’s taste. “Ah,” thought he, “such a fellow as D’
 87 XX   |           he is seeking something,” thought Lecoq: “but what?”~It was
 88 XX   |           of sight, Father Absinthe thought he could approach without
 89 XX   |           himself. Another blunder, thought he, another weapon left
 90 XX   |           white as his shirt; and I thought he was going to faint. All
 91 XX   |            had expected, and at the thought that May might arrive at
 92 XX   |           violently, indeed, that I thought they were quarreling.”~“
 93 XXI  |            few hours before?~“May,” thought Lecoq, “began by taking
 94 XXI  |             What wonderful actors!” thought Lecoq; “what perfection!
 95 XXI  |    crim-in-al?”~The young detective thought a little exaggeration could
 96 XXI  |             May is concealed here,” thought Lecoq, delighted to see
 97 XXI  |          eyes sparkled. He probably thought that in this royal abode
 98 XXI  |           vanished! evaporated! The thought drove him almost mad. What
 99 XXII |             we began to talk; and I thought him a very good sort of
100 XXII |          was it not? You would have thought so, if you had been in my
101 XXII |        ending in ‘euse.’”~A strange thought had just flitted through
102 XXIV |         however. “If he says this,” thought the young detective, “it
103 XXIV |          despair,” he exclaimed, “I thought everything was lost; but
104 XXV  |         perpetual enchantment, have thought of committing suicide?”~
105 XXV  |   objections for form’s sake. I had thought of what you now say, but