Yes. And the first idea?
I simply discovered the mystery which Mr. Doblana was hiding:
He had lost the score of his ballet Griseldis, which he had been composing before Aladdin.
VII.
Like most modest, unassuming persons I am proud of a lot of things. Thus, without any boasting, I think I am fairly discreet. You may therefore imagine how astonished I felt when I found myself next morning in Mr. Doblana's studio, carefully rummaging his drawers in search of the manuscript of his ballet Griseldis. I had an excuse: I was doing detective work, and the discreet detective is a type that has still to be invented. But you may believe me: I was unceasingly blushing.
During the night I remembered a conversation which I had overheard by chance—please, do not forget that I am a discreet person—a conversation between Mr. Doblana and the Herr Graf. It had taken place the first time that I was admitted to the Round Table, and I have duly reported it in Chapter III.
(I am absolutely distressed always to be obliged to refer the reader to previous chapters. It gives this story, which otherwise would be quite pleasant, an almost scientific appearance. But my unbounded inexperience in the art of writing must be taken into account.)