"and bring her back to us!" cried the commisary gaily...."ah, that's a trick worth two of the angel of music's!"and, turning to his audience, m.mifroid delivered a little lecture on police methods.
"i don't know for a moment whether m.le comte de chagny has really carried christine daae off or not...but i want to know and ibelieve that, at this moment, no one is more anxious to inform us than his brother....and now he is flying in pursuit of him!
he is my chief auxiliary! this, gentlemen, is the art of the police, which is believed to be so complicated and which, nevertheless appears so simple as soon its you see that it consists in getting your work done by people who have nothing to do with the police."but m.le commissaire de police mifroid would not have been quite so satisfied with himself if he had known that the rush of his rapid emissary was stopped at the entrance to the very first corridor.
a tall figure blocked raoul's way.
"where are you going so fast, m.de chagny?" asked a voice.
raoul impatiently raised his eyes and recognized the astrakhan cap of an hour ago.he stopped:
"it's you!" he cried, in a feverish voice."you, who know erik's secrets and don't want me to speak of them.who are you?""you know who i am!...i am the persian!"