“One of Monsieur Caffies old clerks.”
“His name?”
“Monsieur Florentin—Monsieur Florentin Cormier.”
Saniel’s hand was arrested at this name, but he did not raise his head.
“At what hour did he come?” asked the commissioner.
“Near three o’clock, before rather than after.”
“Did you see him go away?”
“Certainly, he spoke to me.”
“What time was it?”
“Half-past three.”