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Mademoiselle Debelleyme pushed her way through the crowd, but on the edge she paused, there was something she must know. One of the young men with a notebook was hastening along the pavement, to his newspaper office no doubt; she detained him, standing in his way. "Tell me, you must have information--this crime? What is known of it?"
He shrugged, not inclined to speak, impatient to be on his way: "Thieves, they say. I suppose they thought the house empty, the family returned unexpectedly. There was another outrage in the Elysee Bourbon two days ago. No one seems to know anything. The magistrates are there and the police commissioners of the Quartier du Roule."