And he pulled a few hairs out of his mustache without even knowing what he was doing.
“So she … so she disappeared in the middle of the performance?” he repeated.
“Yes, she was carried off in the Prison Act, at the moment when she was invoking the aid of the angels; but I doubt if she was carried off by an angel.”
“And I am sure that she was!”
Everybody looked round. A young man, pale and trembling with excitement, repeated:
“I am sure of it!”
“Sure of what?” asked Mifroid.
“That Christine Daaé was carried off by an angel, M. le commissaire , and I can tell you his name.”
“Aha, M. le Vicomte de Chagny! So you maintain that Christine Daaé was carried off by an angel: an angel of the Opera, no doubt?”
“Yes, monsieur, by an angel of the Opera; and I will tell you where he lives … when we are alone.”
“You are right, monsieur.”
And the commissary of police, inviting Raoul to take a chair, cleared the room of all the rest, excepting the managers.
Then Raoul spoke:
“ M. le commissaire , the angel is called Erik, he lives in the Opera and he is the Angel of Music!”