“Yes.”
“Murdered eight years ago?”
“Yes.”
“By a M.—”
“Lefarge.”
“Yes, yes, that is the name. Oh, yes, I remember Müller. I only saw him once about nine years ago; I clearly recollect him for the fact of his murder, which I read of in the papers shortly after impressed our meeting upon me. It was at the chat noir. Oh, yes, I remember Wilhelm Müller very well indeed.”
“You are a judge of men.”
“I am a judge of art primarily, modern man is mainly a production of art, not of nature; yes, I am a judge of men.”
“What was your opinion of Müller?”
“You know my fee for examining and giving my opinion on works of art.”