Mariet

“ The baronne looked aghast. “François,” she said, “that man must have been an impostor. He was no officer, but an affreux thief.”
The baron smiled as his little wife jumped so speedily at such a conclusion, and persisted that the bracelet was safe and had really been sent for by the queen, and that the officer whom he had consulted was misinformed. ”

“ The baron and the inspector repaired to the Rue des Champs Elysées, where they found Madame de V——— at home, as her husband had said. She confirmed what he had already said about the inspector having called one night at dusk and having informed her that the bracelet was supposed to be at a Jew’s second-hand shop at Lyons.
The inspector smiled incredulously as he said, “Does madame really think that I called at dusk, after business hours, when all the world is out, or enjoying itself with company at home? Bah! I do my business in business hours. ”

“ I’ve only got my bracelets to put on, and those I want you to clasp for me. Here’s the esse, if you’ll take them out, and here’s my wrist. Now, suppose I were to lose them in the crowd, what would our good mother say? ”