"You're a thief and a cut-throat, that's what you are!" he said, shivering. "Keep off, keep off! You could no more stand in Jean Didier's shoes than you could in mine, for he was a decent, peaceable young fellow, and more than that, he was shot. So you've got hold of the wrong story here, Monsieur Blacklegs, and one that won't serve you much in the _violon_." "It's true, I give you my word," said Jean. "They did their best to shoot me, but I was only wounded. Marie got me up here, and here I have been ever since." "Was there ever such a cool hand!" cried Plon wrathfully. "And you absolutely think to persuade me of this when not a soul comes in and out of this house without my knowing. A pretty tale!" Jean muttered "Blockhead!" under his breath. Aloud he said, "But--M. Plon--am I not here now?" "No, you are not!" Plon retorted,--"or if you are, you shall soon be out of it again. Police! Help, help!" "If only Marie were here!" groaned Jean. "M. Plon, I implore you to have pity! wait until my wife arrives; you will believe her if you can't believe your own eyes. Lock me into the room, do whatever you like--only wait!" If M. Plon had indeed had sufficient calmness to contemplate the figure before him, it is probable that in spite of alteration he would have found something to recognise. But he was in a state of perturbed excitement which altogether confused his judgment, and only inclined him to refuse all his prisoner's suggestions. He therefore set himself more vigorously than ever to bawl for help, and Perine seconded him with all her might. The next moment Jean went back to the table, seated himself upon it and crossed his arms. He had recognised Marie's step. She came into the room pale as death, and even as she came, hesitated, and held up her hand, as if she would have prevented a man who was with her from following. But seeing that she was too late, and that Jean was already discovered, she rushed into his arms, crying out: "What has happened?" M. Plon took up the parable, quite regardless of her action. "What has happened, Madame Didier? There is no saying what might not have happened if I had not been on the spot. Here is a rascally, black-guardly, good-for-nothing!" and as he uttered these bold invectives, he advanced and shook his fist in Jean's face. "You see him, _M. le Commissaire_, you behold what a villain, what a desperate villain he looks? Listen, then, I hear screams, I meet this poor imbecile flying out in terror, I rush--I seize--I overpower--I make him my prisoner--" At this point the police officer interposed a question: "You used force, M. Plon?" "I used--but certainly--moral force. He had made his way into this room through the window, Monsieur--Monsieur--?" "Leblanc, at your service," said the commissioner carelessly. "Did you say through the window? That seems scarcely probable."