Probably，knowingyouilla—bed，theyabusedtheoccasionbygettingdrunk，andprobablytheyarestillsleepingitoff。Theplaceissilentenough。\"
ButTardivetscarcelyheardhim。Fromhiswindowhewasstaringintotheyardbelow，toothunderstruckbyitsemptinesstoevenhaverecoursetoprofanity。Stabledoorandporte—cocherealikestoodopen。Heturnedsuddenlyandmadeforhiscoat。Seizingit，hethrusthishandinonepocketafteranother。Atlast：
\"Treachery！\"hecried，andlettingthegarmentfalltotheground，heturneduponLaBoulayeafacesotransfiguredbyangerthatitlookedlittleliketheusuallygood—humouredcountenanceofCaptainTardivet\"Mykeyshavebeenstolen。BySt。Guillotine，I’llhavethethiefhanged。\"
\"Didanybodyknowthatthekeyswereinyourpocket？\"askedtheingenuousCaron。
\"Itoldyoulastnight。\"