Chapter

 1 I    |          the police, and with his back turned to an open door leading
 2 I    |           an entrance through the back door. As the murderer darted
 3 I    |           and agility dragged him back. The murderer tried to resist;
 4 I    |        upright position, with his back leaning against the wall.
 5 I    |           man had received in the back of the neck. “It is nothing,”
 6 I    |         his lips, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, his body
 7 I    |         Accordingly he turned his back upon her, and, advancing
 8 II   |         The English began to fall back, and the emperor had already
 9 II   |     companion, he hastened to the back door of the house, which
10 III  |          it.”~He immediately went back into the house, closely
11 III  |         left the Poivriere by the back door. They had started off
12 IV   |          since he consented to go back again. He turned round here;
13 IV   |         he added: “We must now go back to the Poivriere, and go
14 IV   |          was in such haste to get back to the Poivriere that he
15 V    |          had gone too far to draw back, and, unwittingly, was now
16 VI   |      advertised ad nauseam in the back pages of newspapers. He
17 VI   |        identity, whom I must send back to his quarters as soon
18 VI   |            and his blouse, turned back at the throat, was blue.
19 VII  |        But you had better give me back what they took from me at
20 VII  |      terrible that Lecoq hastened back to the prison, hoping that
21 VIII |      persuading him to drive them back into Paris.~This driver,
22 VIII |       another time, and then went back to the cab. “As I had supposed,
23 VIII |          when Papillon called him back. “When you leave the Morgue
24 IX   |          as they pass by, leaning back on comfortable cushions,
25 IX   | inspection, when he threw himself back in his armchair. Monsieur
26 IX   |          The smiling clerk looked back through his minutes and
27 X    |          and more at ease for his back being turned to the window,
28 X    |      himself dawn, threw his head back, passed his tongue over
29 XI   |           land. I was about to go back, when I saw a light in the
30 XI   |       door, sir—by—”~“Yes, by the back door,” retorted the magistrate,
31 XI   |         making your escape by the back door, the existence of which
32 XI   |         the door leading into the back room, with a table before
33 XII  |   magistrate’s room conducted him back to the Depot.~
34 XIII |           gone, M. Segmuller sank back in his armchair, literally
35 XIV  |       nothing at all. By brushing back his hair and turning up
36 XIV  |        this at once, for she drew back, and cast a suspicious glance
37 XV   |         that the old tippler drew back in consternation. “You wretched
38 XV   |        Lecoq was sitting with his back to the door, and could not,
39 XV   |           frantic efforts to push back the bolt, or to force the
40 XV   |          may hope. Now let us get back and question Polyte’s wife.”~
41 XVI  |         must be found and brought back immediately,” said he.~When
42 XVI  |         him. But Polyte, stepping back, gave her such a threatening
43 XVI  |    Terror-stricken, she staggered back, and then Lecoq seized her
44 XVI  |      guard to conduct the witness back to prison, and to take every
45 XVII |                   XVII~On his way back to his office, M. Segmuller
46 XIX  |       chest forward, and his head back as had been his wont throughout
47 XX   |          hair, cut closely at the back of the head, as if to save
48 XX   |            All my suspicions came back to me. So when he afterward
49 XX   |           sell the clothes on his back. The comedian who could
50 XX   |       think he will, I shall come back here to start in pursuit
51 XX   |           month ago, and has gone back to Alsace.”~May stamped
52 XX   |          and then abruptly walked back into the street, slamming
53 XXI  |       onward, and while he leaned back against the cushions to
54 XXI  |          to wipe his mouth on the back of his sleeve. But was he
55 XXI  |          brandy, and, leaning his back against the wall and closing
56 XXI  |          money enough to take him back to Germany; but unfortunately
57 XXI  |   cupboard and wardrobe, and drew back in turns all the wall-hangings,
58 XXII |        very unexpectedly; and the back of my neck is still the
59 XXIII|            Mariette will not come back again.”~On his way to Tabaret’