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"Oh, the perfect fool!" he mumbled, on seeing that Mazeroux had let the power down in the car. "Trust him, if there's any blunder going!" Don Luis had driven his car at a fine rate during the day; but that night the pace became vertiginous. A very meteor flashed through the suburbs of Le Mans and hurled itself along the highroad.
I'll answer for it that he has accomplices and not a hundred yards from my house do you understand? From my house." After questioning Mazeroux upon Sauverand's attitude and the other incidents of the arrest, Don Luis went back to the Place du Palais-Bourbon.
He seemed thoughtful. He reflected for some time. But then, his eyes falling on the fruit dish, he muttered: "Hullo! There are only three apples instead of four. Then he ate the fourth." "Yes," said Mazeroux, "he must have eaten it." "That's funny," replied Perenna, "for he didn't think them ripe."
We sought for a clue, a glimmer of light in the darkness.... Well, yesterday morning, Florence saw Sergeant Mazeroux arrive. She could not overhear what he said to you, but she caught the name of a certain Langernault and the name of Damigni, the village where Langernault lived. She remembered that old friend of Hippolyte Fauville's.
At that moment one of the servants knocked and came in to say that his mistress wished to see the master before she went out. Madame Fauville entered almost immediately. She bowed pleasantly as Perenna and Mazeroux rose from their chairs.
Driven by horror and hoping to find some provisions which enable him to withstand a siege without being reduced to famine, he was about to pass through the alcove, behind the curtains, when he was stopped short by a sound of footsteps. Some one had entered the room. "Well, Mazeroux, have you spent the night here? Nothing new!"
He climbed the fortifications opposite the house and stayed there for some minutes, motionless, with his face to the front of the house. Then continuing his road he went to La Muette and plunged into the dusk of the Bois de Boulogne. "To work and boldly!" said Don Luis, quickening his pace. Mazeroux stopped him. "What do you mean, Chief?" "Well, catch him by the throat!
"Perhaps we ought to stoop down," suggested Mazeroux. "Let's stoop, by all means," said the Prefect, still in a good humour. "But, honestly, if there's no explosion, I shall send a bullet through my head. I could not go on living after making myself look so ridiculous." "There will be an explosion, Monsieur le Préfet," declared Mazeroux. "What confidence you must have in our friend Don Luis!"
"Dash it all!" said Mazeroux once more. "It was not worth troubling about the poor devils and performing such miracles to save them!" The exclamation conveyed a reproach. Perenna grasped it and admitted: "You are right, Mazeroux; I was not equal to the job." "Nor I, Chief." "You ... you have only been in this business since yesterday evening " "Well, so have you, Chief!"
I shall be a different man in half an hour. Just give me time to shave and have a bath." When he had finished dressing, he sat down to the breakfast of eggs and cold meat which Mazeroux had prepared for him; and then, getting up, said: "Now, let's be off." "But there's no hurry, Chief. Why don't you lie down for a few hours? The Prefect can wait." "You're mad! What about Marie Fauville?"
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