Sometime well after midnight a woman sheathed in golden-hued armor is seen fleeing from Joseph Fogg's establishment, an enormous brutish monstrosity in pursuit. Once in the Quartier Publique and confronted by roused Gendarmes, the lumbering assailant retreats, having lost sight of his much smaller quarry.
Diners in the Golden Fig, however, might notice a visibly shaken female, who nursed a single cup of coffee for several hours before saying a prayer at dawn and then departing.