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In five months I'd come to know every inch of the island. It seemed to me that the garden near the cemetery, where my friend Carbonieri had worked before he became a cook, was the safest place to assemble a raft. I asked Carbonieri to go to work there again. He was willing. Thanks to Dega, he got the job back.
This morning, as I was passing by the new warden's house with a catch of mullet, I heard the young con who was working as their houseboy say to a young woman standing next to him, "That's him, madame. He's the one who brought Madame Barrot her fish every day. " Then I heard the handsome woman-she was an Algerian type with bronze skin and dark hair-say to him, "So that's Papillon? " Then she spoke to me: