"That he died without forgiving me."
"Why should he have pardoned you? He did not even know that it was you who fired the unfortunate shot."
"No, he did not know when he was dying, but he will know now he is above—they say the dead know everything."
"Come, come, Choron, cheer up," said M. Deviolaine.
"Cheer up! indeed; surely the fact of my being here shows that I am doing my best, M. l'inspecteur: but all the same I wish he had pardoned me."
Then he bent down and whispered in his chief's ear: "You will see some misfortune will happen to me, some mishap ... M. Deviolaine ... and because..."
"And because?"
"Because he did not pardon me."
"Don't be a fool."
"You will see."