"Nichoune?... That is so. My first case at Châlons."
"Ah!... Now, just tell me!"
The examining magistrate shook his head.
"I cannot tell you much, for the good reason that this affair is as mysterious as can be, and is giving me no end of trouble.... You knew Nichoune, Fandor?"
"Yes—and no.... I would give a good deal, though, to know who her murderer is!"
"I also," said Bonnet, smiling. "Would I not like to put my hand on the collar of that individual!... Naturally, I want to carry through the enquiry with flying colours!"
"Have you no idea as to who the murderer might be?"
Police Magistrate Bonnet rose.
"That is as may be!... It seems that on the eve of her death, this Nichoune received a visit from an old man—a beggar—whom I am unable to identify—who has vanished into thin air.... Would you like me to keep you informed? Rue Richer is still your address?"
"Yes. It would be awfully kind of you to write when you have any fresh facts to disclose about this case. I cannot explain to you all the importance I attach to that, but it is enormous!"