We gave him a hearty welcome for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the man, and we had not seen him for several years.
I looked upon it, therefore, as something of a coincidence, when the door of our apartment was thrown open and admitted our old acquaintance, Monsieur G-, the Prefect of the Parisian police. For myself, however, I was mentally discussing certain topics which had formed matter for conversation between us at an earlier period of the evening I mean the affair of the Rue Morgue, and the mystery attending the murder of Marie Roget.
For one hour at least we had maintained a profound silence while each, to any casual observer, might have seemed intently and exclusively occupied with the curling eddies of smoke that oppressed the atmosphere of the chamber. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or book-closet, au troisieme, No. At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18-, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum, in company with my friend C.
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