Chapter

 1 XXII|    him in your pocket—Joseph Couturier, in short.”~On hearing these
 2 XXII|     himself to drop. “Joseph Couturier,” he faltered, evidently
 3 XXII|  what he was saying. “Joseph Couturier! an escaped convict!”~The
 4 XXII| assistance. “That man is not Couturier.”~“Oh, I’m not mistaken;
 5 XXII|   one more conclusive still. Couturier is an old acquaintance of
 6 XXII|    of my men before it. This Couturier has a fondness for the open
 7 XXII|  hands with their adversary.~Couturier at once recognized Lecoq. “
 8 XXII| accompanied you last night.”~Couturier’s face darkened. “I am really
 9 XXII|     stupid blunder,” replied Couturier. “Indeed I could murder
10 XXII|     he didn’t.”~For a moment Couturier surveyed Lecoq with a knowing
11 XXII|  nothing more to expect from Couturier. He thanked him, and after
12 XXV |     May, and when certain of Couturier’s remarks furnished the