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The game's up! You precious blackguard! M. Morisseau, will you give orders to the sergeant not to let him out of his sight and to blow out his brains if he tries to get away? Sergeant, we rely on you! Put a bullet into him, if necessary!..."
Renine, exasperated, clenched his fist in his face: "Oh, you swine, I'll dish you yet, I swear I will!" He drew the inspector aside: "Well, what do you say to it? An arrant rogue, isn't he?" The inspector nodded his head: "It may be.... But, all the same ... so far there's no real evidence." "Wait, M. Morisseau," said Renine. "Wait until we've had our interview with M. Dudouis.
He walked up and down the room, assuming an air of gaiety and rubbing his hands. All was going so well! It was really a treat to take up a case which, so to speak, worked itself out automatically. "Suppose we went on to the prefecture, M. Morisseau? The chief must be there by now. And, having gone so far, we may as well finish. Will M. Dutreuil come with us?" "Why not?" said Dutreuil, arrogantly.
Now the Duke, in running away with the lady, intended to dispense altogether with ceremony, and make of Julie anything but his wife; but Georges, her father, and one Morisseau, a notary, discovered him in his dastardly act, and pursued him to the very feet of the Regent, who compelled the pair to marry and make it up.
The two lists agree." Inspector Morisseau seemed greatly excited: "The chief attaches the greatest importance to your discovery. So you will be able to show me?..." Renine was silent for a moment and then declared: "Mr.
No one has the key except myself." "One can get in without a key." "But I have seen no marks of any kind." Morisseau intervened: "Come, let us understand one another. You say the bank-notes were hidden in M. Dutreuil's flat?" "Yes." "Then, as Jacques Aubrieux was arrested the next morning, the notes ought to be there still?" "That's my opinion."
And then is it credible that a man who has committed a murder for the sake of sixty thousand francs should do away with the money in this way? If the hiding-place was such a good one and it was, because we never discovered it why this useless destruction?" "He got frightened, M. Morisseau. Remember that his head is at stake and he knows it.
Let not the reader, however, be alarmed as to the fate of the heroine; no heroine of a tragedy ever yet died in the third act; and, accordingly, the Duchess gets up perfectly well again in the fourth, through the instrumentality of Morisseau, the good lawyer. And now it is that vice begins to be really punished.
It's easy enough to say that I stole the notes. And how were you to know that they were here at all? Who brought them here? Why should the murderer choose this flat to hide them in? It's all so stupid, so illogical and absurd!... Give us your proofs, sir ... one single proof!" Inspector Morisseau seemed perplexed. He questioned Renine with a glance.
"And suppose you are wrong?" "I have no choice. Besides, it is too late. There's a knock. Oh, one word more! Whatever I may say, don't contradict me. Nor you, M. Dutreuil." He opened the door. A thin man, with a red imperial, entered: "Prince Renine?" "Yes, sir. You, of course, are from M. Dudouis?" "Yes." And the newcomer gave his name: "Chief-inspector Morisseau."
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