“Là, là, you do not believe all that rigmarole, do you? The masked men
and all the rest of _cette histoire-là!___”
His words took me so much aback that I hardly knew how to respond. He
went on serenely:
“You heard me say to Giraud, did you not, that all the details of this
crime were familiar to me? _Eh bien___, that presupposes one of two
things, either the brain that planned the first crime also planned this
one, or else an account read of a _cause célèbre___ unconsciously
remained in our assassin’s memory and prompted the details. I shall be
able to pronounce definitely on that after—” he broke off.