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"
’
But
how
?
Where
?
’
they
cried
,
in
chorus
.
’
We
have
never
seen
him
!
’
"
’
But
when
he
comes
to
his
box
?
’
"
’
WE
HAVE
NEVER
SEEN
HIM
IN
HIS
BOX
.
’
"
’
Then
sell
it
.
’
"
’
Sell
the
Opera
ghost
’
s
box
!
Well
,
gentlemen
,
try
it
.
’
"
Thereupon
we
all
four
left
the
office
.
Richard
and
I
had
’
never
laughed
so
much
in
our
lives
.
’
"
Armand
Moncharmin
wrote
such
voluminous
Memoirs
during
the
fairly
long
period
of
his
co
-
management
that
we
may
well
ask
if
he
ever
found
time
to
attend
to
the
affairs
of
the
Opera
otherwise
than
by
telling
what
went
on
there
.
M
.
Moncharmin
did
not
know
a
note
of
music
,
but
he
called
the
minister
of
education
and
fine
arts
by
his
Christian
name
,
had
dabbled
a
little
in
society
journalism
and
enjoyed
a
considerable
private
income
.
Lastly
,
he
was
a
charming
fellow
and
showed
that
he
was
not
lacking
in
intelligence
,
for
,
as
soon
as
he
made
up
his
mind
to
be
a
sleeping
partner
in
the
Opera
,
he
selected
the
best
possible
active
manager
and
went
straight
to
Firmin
Richard
.
Firmin
Richard
was
a
very
distinguished
composer
,
who
had
published
a
number
of
successful
pieces
of
all
kinds
and
who
liked
nearly
every
form
of
music
and
every
sort
of
musician
.
Clearly
,
therefore
,
it
was
the
duty
of
every
sort
of
musician
to
like
M
.
Firmin
Richard
.
The
only
things
to
be
said
against
him
were
that
he
was
rather
masterful
in
his
ways
and
endowed
with
a
very
hasty
temper
.
The
first
few
days
which
the
partners
spent
at
the
Opera
were
given
over
to
the
delight
of
finding
themselves
the
head
of
so
magnificent
an
enterprise
;
and
they
had
forgotten
all
about
that
curious
,
fantastic
story
of
the
ghost
,
when
an
incident
occurred
that
proved
to
them
that
the
joke
—
if
joke
it
were
—
was
not
over
.
M
.
Firmin
Richard
reached
his
office
that
morning
at
eleven
o
’
clock
.
His
secretary
,
M
.
Remy
,
showed
him
half
a
dozen
letters
which
he
had
not
opened
because
they
were
marked
"
private
.
"
One
of
the
letters
had
at
once
attracted
Richard
’
s
attention
not
only
because
the
envelope
was
addressed
in
red
ink
,
but
because
he
seemed
to
have
seen
the
writing
before
.
He
soon
remembered
that
it
was
the
red
handwriting
in
which
the
memorandum
-
book
had
been
so
curiously
completed
.
He
recognized
the
clumsy
childish
hand
.
He
opened
the
letter
and
read
:
