"They are."
"And when Monsieur le Capitaine entered the studio, you thought he was his brother—yonder?" indicating Jim.
"I did. I made a mistake——"
"And your motive for this crime, Tricot?"
"I was paid," he muttered.
"How much?"
"Five thousand francs."
"By whom?"
Tricot paused, and then gasped the name.
"Monsieur Quinlevin."