He hadn't thought of the possibility, but he can't think of any evidence for it, on first reflection.
"Hannibal Lecter, yes. He was the one who mentioned the book to Bahorel in the first place." For reasons of his own, but Enjolras isn't sure what those reasons might be. "Others... I don't know. No one's said anything that makes me think now that they knew of this book, but I might have missed a hint." Enjolras is attuned to hints that someone knows more than they ought -- they all are -- but this is a specific sort of knowledge that he hasn't previously encountered.
He, too, would prefer to have an idea of how many have read it, or an easy way to tell. But he can't think of any, short of asking directly or catching an indiscreet slip of the tongue.
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He hadn't thought of the possibility, but he can't think of any evidence for it, on first reflection.
"Hannibal Lecter, yes. He was the one who mentioned the book to Bahorel in the first place." For reasons of his own, but Enjolras isn't sure what those reasons might be. "Others... I don't know. No one's said anything that makes me think now that they knew of this book, but I might have missed a hint." Enjolras is attuned to hints that someone knows more than they ought -- they all are -- but this is a specific sort of knowledge that he hasn't previously encountered.
He, too, would prefer to have an idea of how many have read it, or an easy way to tell. But he can't think of any, short of asking directly or catching an indiscreet slip of the tongue.