“Vanished. Disappeared. The glass jar that contained it is empty!”
“What?” I cried. “Impossible. Why, only this morning I saw—” The words died on my tongue.
But the attention of the entire room was diverted to me.
“What is that you say?” cried the commissary. “This morning?”
“I saw it there this morning,” I said slowly. “About an hour and a half ago, to be accurate.”
“You went to the shed, then? How did you get the key?”
“I asked the sergent de ville for it.”
“And you went there? Why?”
I hesitated, but in the end I decided that the only thing to do was to make a clean breast of it.
“M. le juge,” I said. “I have committed a grave fault, for which I must crave your indulgence.”