"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. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or book-closet, au troisiême, No. 33, Rue Dunôt, Faubourg St. Germain."@en
"“So, as I knew he would feel some curiosity in regard to the identity of the person who had outwitted him, I thought it a pity not to give him a clue. He is well acquainted with my MS., and I just copied into the middle of the blank sheet the words— ‘⸻Un dessein si funeste, / S'il n’est digne d’Atrée, est digne de Thyeste.’ They are to be found in Crébillon’s ‘Atrée.’ ”"@en
