"Then how do you explain...?"
"I explain nothing, monsieur: I establish two facts, which resemble each other only in appearance, I weigh them separately and I am trying to find the link that connects them."
His conviction seemed so profound, his actions based upon such powerful motives, that the baron gave way:
"Very well. Let us go and inform the commissary of the police."
"On no account!" exclaimed the Englishman, eagerly. "On no account whatever! The police are people whom I apply to only when I want them."
"Still, the shots...?"
"Never mind the shots!"
"Your friend...."
"My friend is only wounded.... Make the doctor hold his tongue.... I will take all the responsibility as regards the police."