Chapter

 1 XXII |        of the concierge: “Is M. Tabaret at home?”~“Yes, but he’s
 2 XXII |    commiseration, he added: “M. Tabaret is not wise to lead the
 3 XXII |        knew that Tirauclair and Tabaret were one and the same person.~
 4 XXIII|   Tirauclair, of the Prefecture—Tabaret, of the Rue Saint Lazare.
 5 XXIII|      and coarse, thick lips, M. Tabaret seemed an excellent type
 6 XXIII|      need your advice, Monsieur Tabaret.”~“Ah, ah!”~“We have just
 7 XXIII|           Oh! oh! oh!” said old Tabaret, in three different tones,
 8 XXIII|        to indicate.~“Now,” said Tabaret, settling himself more comfortably
 9 XXIII|      back again.”~On his way to Tabaret’s, Lecoq had busied himself
10 XXIII|      was telling his story, old Tabaret seemed completely transformed.
11 XXIII|      You overpower me, Monsieur Tabaret!” interrupted Lecoq, as
12 XXIII|       compliments,” replied old Tabaret, with a horrible grimace. “
13 XXIII|        mistakes,” continued old Tabaret, “and I will show you how,
14 XXIII|      didn’t break his leg?”~Old Tabaret’s face suddenly assumed
15 XXIV |         surprise.~“So, Monsieur Tabaret, you are ready to affirm
16 XXIV | possibly have been his object?”~Tabaret lifted his hands to heaven,
17 XXIV |         On hearing these words, Tabaret rubbed his hands together,
18 XXIV |    nothing better,” interrupted Tabaret, “you would adopt M. d’Escorval’
19 XXIV |  several months.”~“So, Monsieur Tabaret, you are convinced that
20 XXIV |       beyond a doubt?” retorted Tabaret. “If they had been friends,
21 XXIV |         still untarnished.”~Old Tabaret paused, and then, with a
22 XXIV |         For a moment or two old Tabaret reclined upon his pillows
23 XXIV |        character.~Meanwhile, M. Tabaret had poured out a great glass
24 XXIV |            Be assured, Monsieur Tabaret, that this mistake has cost
25 XXIV |         great impression on old Tabaret, and increased the esteem
26 XXIV |     away!”~Thus it was that old Tabaret reviewed the entire course
27 XXIV |       his face. He did not wish Tabaret to see his eyes. “No,” he
28 XXIV |   however. “Well, yes, Monsieur Tabaret,” said he, “the idea did
29 XXV  |       this idea had entered old Tabaret’s head, Lecoq could not
30 XXV  |         see the connection.”~M. Tabaret did not deign to reply.
31 XXV  |      the books were brought, M. Tabaret began turning the pages
32 XXV  |        d’Escorval beheaded.”~M. Tabaret was the picture of complacency. “
33 XXV  |      are dreaming,” interrupted Tabaret. “Why with his wife and
34 XXV  |    mocking whistle from the old Tabaret interrupted the speaker. “
35 XXV  |   excuse my hypocrisy, Monsieur Tabaret,” he said in an agitated
36 XXV  |         what I have to do.”~Old Tabaret raised his hands toward