Oh! accidentally–he knew him by sight, went to the same cafe, that’s all, and they had played at pool together, Joseph and the murderer–a man named Nicot. Joseph told this to the crowd, and you may well imagine how important that made him, when suddenly a little blond man seized him. ‘You know the murderer?’ ‘A little, not much; I played pool with him.’ ‘And do you know the motive of the crime?’ ‘It was love, Monsieur, love; Nicot had met a girl, named Eugenie.