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“
The
dagger
!
It
is
gone
!
”
“
Comment
—
gone
?
”
“
Vanished
.
Disappeared
.
The
glass
jar
that
contained
it
is
empty
!
”
“
What
?
”
I
cried
.
“
Impossible
.
Why
,
only
this
morning
I
saw
—
”
The
words
died
on
my
tongue
.
But
the
attention
of
the
entire
room
was
diverted
to
me
.
“
What
is
that
you
say
?
”
cried
the
commissary
.
“
This
morning
?
”
“
I
saw
it
there
this
morning
,
”
I
said
slowly
.
“
About
an
hour
and
a
half
ago
,
to
be
accurate
.
”
“
You
went
to
the
shed
,
then
?
How
did
you
get
the
key
?
”
“
I
asked
the
sergent
de
ville
for
it
.
”
“
And
you
went
there
?
Why
?
”
