“All these misfortunes are the work of a vile incendiary. You hate him,
don’t you; you detest him, the rascal!”
“Yes,” said Cocoleu.
“You want him to be punished, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes!”
“Well, then you must help me to find him out, so that the gendarmes may
catch him, and put him in jail. You know who it is; you have told these
people and”--