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"
But
,
of
course
,
Moncharmin
,
YOU
MUST
!
.
.
.
Well
?
"
he
asked
,
as
Moncharmin
was
feeling
at
the
pocket
.
"
Well
,
I
can
feel
the
pin
.
"
"
Of
course
,
as
you
said
,
we
can
’
t
be
robbed
without
noticing
it
"
But
Moncharmin
,
whose
hands
were
still
fumbling
,
bellowed
:
"
I
can
feel
the
pin
,
but
I
can
’
t
feel
the
notes
!
"
"
Come
,
no
joking
,
Moncharmin
!
.
.
.
This
isn
’
t
the
time
for
it
.
"
"
Well
,
feel
for
yourself
.
"
Richard
tore
off
his
coat
.
The
two
managers
turned
the
pocket
inside
out
.
THE
POCKET
WAS
EMPTY
.
And
the
curious
thing
was
that
the
pin
remained
,
stuck
in
the
same
place
.
Richard
and
Moncharmin
turned
pale
.
There
was
no
longer
any
doubt
about
the
witchcraft
.
