"
"Believe me--" stammered M. Lecoq.
"I believe," interrupted his companion, "that you would like very
well to know the source of my information. Your memory is too good
for you to forget that when I began last evening I told you that
this narrative was for your ear alone, and that I had only one
object in disclosing it--to aid our search. Why should you wish
the judge of instruction to see these notes, which are purely
personal, and have no legal or authentic character?"
He reflected a few moments, and added:
"I have too much confidence in you, Monsieur Lecoq, and esteem you
too much, not to have every trust that you will not divulge these
strict confidences. What you will say will be of as much weight as
anything I might divulge--especially now that you have Robelot's
body to back your assertions, as well as the money found in his
possession. If Monsieur Domini still hesitates to believe you, you
know that the doctor promises to find the poison which killed
Sauvresy."
M. Plantat stopped and hesitated.
"In short," he resumed, "I think you will be able to keep silence
as to what you have heard from me."
M. Lecoq took him by the hand, and pressing it significantly, said:
"Count on me, Monsieur.
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