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One gets so accustomed to it in my profession." "What is it you want?" asked Doctor Orszay, turning to a fine-looking young man of superb build, who entered just then and stood by the door. "I just wanted to announce, sir, that No. 302 is quiet again! "302 is Cardillac himself, Mr. Muller, or to give him his right name, Lajos Varna," explained the doctor turning to his guest.
So did I. The pastor was quite still and dead by that time." "You have heard everything, Dr. Orszay?" asked the detective, rising from his chair. "Yes, I have heard everything," answered the venerable head of the asylum. He was utterly crushed by the realisation that all this tragedy and horror had gone out from his house. Varna rose also.
The young giant, cowed by the sight of the weapon, obeyed the commands of this little man whom he could have easily crushed with a single blow. Dr. Orszay sank down on the chair beside the door. Muller, now completely master of the situation, turned to the insane man who stood looking at him in a surprise which was mingled with admiration.
I must speak to No. 302 first, and I must speak to him in the presence of yourself and Gyuri." The detective's deep gravity was contagious. Dr. Orszay had sufficiently controlled himself to remember what he had heard in former days, and just now recently from the district judge about this man's marvelous deeds.
Have sent him to take your case." "Muller?" exclaimed Dr. Orszay. "Can it be the celebrated Muller, the most famous detective of the Austrian police? That would indeed be a blessing." "I hope and believe that it is," said the Count gravely.
"Yes, sir, he is a dependable man," said the old housekeeper. Dr. Orszay entered the room just then and the Count introduced him to the district judge, who was still a stranger to him. "I fear, Count, that our eyes will serve but little in discovering the truth of this mystery," said the doctor. The nobleman nodded. "I agree with you," he replied.
If you should find yourself terribly deceived, and I should have been the means of proving it, promise me that you will not be angry with me." Orszay pressed the offered hand with a deep sigh. He realised the other's position and knew it was his duty to give him every possible assistance. "What is there for me to do now?" he asked sadly.
Orszay, the friend of all the village, had unwittingly been giving shelter to such criminals? "Shall we go now?" asked the detective finally. "If you wish it, sir," answered the doctor in a tone that was decidedly cool. Muller held out his hand. "Don't let us be foolish, doctor.
Orszay was an excellent talker and possessed the power of painting a personality for his listeners. He was pleased and flattered by the evident interest with which the detective listened to his remarks. "Then your patients are all quite harmless?" asked Muller thoughtfully, when the doctor came to a pause. "Yes, all quite harmless.
"Do not be angry with me, doctor," said Muller gravely, as he walked through the garden accompanied by Orszay. Doctor Orszay laughed bitterly. "Why should I be angry with you you who have discovered my inexcusable credulity?" "Inexcusable? Oh, no, doctor; it was quite natural that you should have believed a man who had himself so well in hand, and who knew so well how to play his part.
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