He found Choron, seated before a table, writing.
"Here it is," said the postman.
"Thank you, my friend," replied Choron; "put the two bottles upon the night table, and then you had better go on with your own work."
"But, M. Choron," the postman insisted, "tell me, at least, how it happened."
Choron reflected for a moment; then, in a whisper, he murmured: "Perhaps it will be as well that people should know." And, turning to the man, he said:
"Will you go when I have told you everything?"
"Yes, M. Choron."
Then he related "the thing", as the postman put it, in every detail.
"And now that you know what you wanted to know, please go."
"You wish me to go?"