"No, another place." Bossuet glances at him sharply, just a flicker of a look: why would Dr. Lecter think of the Musain? He's unlikely to have mentioned it himself, as the place where they held the secret illegal revolutionary meetings. Gavroche at the Bar, though, he's talkative enough....

Bossuet puts the thought aside. "It was another place. Ever so many cafés in Paris. --Good God, though, this could be about where the Musain stood."