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The
Persian
did
not
hesitate
.
He
determined
to
inform
the
police
.
Now
the
case
was
in
the
hands
of
an
examining
-
magistrate
called
Faure
,
an
incredulous
,
commonplace
,
superficial
sort
of
person
,
(
I
write
as
I
think
)
,
with
a
mind
utterly
unprepared
to
receive
a
confidence
of
this
kind
.
M
.
Faure
took
down
the
daroga
’
s
depositions
and
proceeded
to
treat
him
as
a
madman
.
Despairing
of
ever
obtaining
a
hearing
,
the
Persian
sat
down
to
write
.
As
the
police
did
not
want
his
evidence
,
perhaps
the
press
would
be
glad
of
it
;
and
he
had
just
written
the
last
line
of
the
narrative
I
have
quoted
in
the
preceding
chapters
,
when
Darius
announced
the
visit
of
a
stranger
who
refused
his
name
,
who
would
not
show
his
face
and
declared
simply
that
he
did
not
intend
to
leave
the
place
until
he
had
spoken
to
the
daroga
.
The
Persian
at
once
felt
who
his
singular
visitor
was
and
ordered
him
to
be
shown
in
.
The
daroga
was
right
.
It
was
the
ghost
,
it
was
Erik
!
He
looked
extremely
weak
and
leaned
against
the
wall
,
as
though
he
were
afraid
of
falling
.
Taking
off
his
hat
,
he
revealed
a
forehead
white
as
wax
.
The
rest
of
the
horrible
face
was
hidden
by
the
mask
.
The
Persian
rose
to
his
feet
as
Erik
entered
.
"
Murderer
of
Count
Philippe
,
what
have
you
done
with
his
brother
and
Christine
Daae
?
"
Erik
staggered
under
this
direct
attack
,
kept
silent
for
a
moment
,
dragged
himself
to
a
chair
and
heaved
a
deep
sigh
.
Then
,
speaking
in
short
phrases
and
gasping
for
breath
between
the
words
:
"
Daroga
,
don
’
t
talk
to
me
.
.
.
about
Count
Philippe
.
.
.
He
was
dead
.
.
.
by
the
time
.
.
.
I
left
my
house
.
.
.
he
was
dead
.
.
.
when
.
.
.
the
siren
sang
.
.
.
It
was
an
.
.
.
accident
.
.
.
a
sad
.
.
.
a
very
sad
.
.
.
accident
.
He
fell
very
awkwardly
.
.
.
but
simply
and
naturally
.
.
.
into
the
lake
!
.
.
.
"
"
You
lie
!
"
shouted
the
Persian
.
