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At last he turned and looked at me with an expression that made me feel guilty enough at having asked. "But that isn't all, m'sieur; I haven't told you the worst part yet. Last week his father-Francois's father-came here to see me. He asked me if I knew anything about Francois-how he died. What could I say? Of course I couldn't tell him. I saw him fall-that's all I said. And I was glad, then, that I hadn't done it. No, I can't talk about it any more, m'sieur. Don't ask me to, please!"