"Now there's the judge of instruction," continued Lecoq, "who thinks
this a very simple affair; while I, Lecoq, the equal at least of Gevrol,
the favorite pupil of Papa Tabaret--I do not see it at all clearly yet."
He stopped; and after apparently going over in his mind the result of
his discoveries, went on: "No; I'm off the track, and have almost lost
my way. I see something underneath all this--but what? what?"