"Capital, that was quite simple! Now you can all of you go. You, Doctor, will call back here to-morrow morning; you will hear of the suicide of a certain Gérard Baupré: you understand, Gérard Baupré. Here is his farewell letter. You will send for the divisional surgeon and the commissary; you will arrange that neither of them notices that the deceased has a cut finger or a scar on one cheek. . . ."
"That's easy."
"And you will manage so as to have the report written then and there, to your dictation."
"That's easy."
"Lastly, avoid having the body sent to the Morgue and make them give permission for an immediate burial."
"That's not so easy."
"Try. Have you examined the other one?"
He pointed to the young man lying lifeless on the bed.
"Yes," said the doctor. "The breathing is becoming normal. But it was a big risk to run . . . the carotid artery might have . . ."
"Nothing venture, nothing have. . . . How soon will he recover consciousness?"