Chapter

 1 I   | which chanced to be Shrove Sunday, a party of detectives left
 2 VI  |    take part in the Shrove Sunday carnival.”~“Why do you think
 3 VI  |   dear Gustave,—To-morrow, Sunday evening, do not fail to
 4 VII |    quiet night, for Shrove Sunday! Quite surprising indeed!
 5 VIII|    Here he learned that on Sunday night, or rather, early
 6 VIII|   you,” he asked, “who, on Sunday night or rather on Monday,
 7 IX  |  sitting by my fireside on Sunday evening, when suddenly the
 8 IX  |   indeed, as it was Shrove Sunday, I first of all took them
 9 XI  | you been in Paris?”~“Since Sunday afternoon, at four o’clock.”~“
10 XI  |    my pocket—it was Shrove Sunday—and my only thought was
11 XIV | ought to have arrived last Sunday evening.”~The woman’s face
12 XIV |     he came here on Shrove Sunday, in the afternoon. He asked
13 XIV |   found the desired page.~“Sunday, February 20th,” said she. “
14 XV  | him perfectly. It was on a Sunday. He was in a cab. He stopped
15 XIX |    recess, and by chance a Sunday—he was sitting alone in