“And his name?” said he.
“Oh, as to his name, I know nothing about it; but if I were ever to meet him, I should recognize him in an instant, I will answer for it, were he among a thousand persons.”
The face of the commissary grew still darker.
“You should recognize him among a thousand, say you?” continued he.
“That is to say,” cried Bonacieux, who saw he had taken a false step, “that is to say—”
“You have answered that you should recognize him,” said the commissary. “That is all very well, and enough for today; before we proceed further, someone must be informed that you know the ravisher of your wife.”
“But I have not told you that I know him!” cried Bonacieux, in despair. “I told you, on the contrary—”
“Take away the prisoner,” said the commissary to the two guards.
“Where must we place him?” demanded the chief.
“In a dungeon.”