"Well, I wish to see her once more, to bid her adieu."
"Where?"
"In the Salle des Morts."
"Would you dare to enter there?"
"Why not?"
"Oh!" said the registrar, like a man whose hair stood on end at the very thought.
"There must be some way," continued Dixmer.
"To enter the Salle des Morts? Without doubt there is."
"How?"
"To procure a pass."