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"
The
ghost
!
"
muttered
Moncharmin
.
But
Richard
suddenly
sprang
upon
his
partner
.
"
No
one
but
you
has
touched
my
pocket
!
Give
me
back
my
twenty
-
thousand
francs
!
.
.
.
Give
me
back
my
twenty
-
thousand
francs
!
.
.
.
"
"
On
my
soul
,
"
sighed
Moncharmin
,
who
was
ready
to
swoon
,
"
on
my
soul
,
I
swear
that
I
haven
’
t
got
it
!
"
Then
somebody
knocked
at
the
door
.
Moncharmin
opened
it
automatically
,
seemed
hardly
to
recognize
Mercier
,
his
business
-
manager
,
exchanged
a
few
words
with
him
,
without
knowing
what
he
was
saying
and
,
with
an
unconscious
movement
,
put
the
safety
-
pin
,
for
which
he
had
no
further
use
,
into
the
hands
of
his
bewildered
subordinate
.
.
.
The
first
words
of
the
commissary
of
police
,
on
entering
the
managers
’
office
,
were
to
ask
after
the
missing
prima
donna
.
"
Is
Christine
Daae
here
?
"
"
Christine
Daae
here
?
"
echoed
Richard
.
"
No
.
Why
?
"
As
for
Moncharmin
,
he
had
not
the
strength
left
to
utter
a
word
.
Richard
repeated
,
for
the
commissary
and
the
compact
crowd
which
had
followed
him
into
the
office
observed
an
impressive
silence
.
