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But while citizen Chauvelin, racked with triumph as well as with anxiety, was rushing from the Leridans' house to yours, and thence to the Abbaye prison, to gloat over his captive enemy, the League of the Scarlet Pimpernel carefully laid and carried out its plans at leisure. Disguised as men of the Surete, we took advantage of the Leridans' terror to obtain access into the house.

As I entered Room 88, three Frenchmen, who had ascended in the lift, followed me in. Madame was writing a letter, while Duperré was in the act of lighting a cigarette. We started in surprise, for next instant we all three found ourselves under arrest; the well-dressed strangers being officers of the Sûreté. One of them was the man in the white spats who had been attracted by Madame in the Bois.

Dudouis, chief of the Surete, sent the best sleuths of the iron brigade. He himself spent forty-eight hours at the castle, but met with no success. Then he sent for Ganimard, whose past services had proved so useful when all else failed. Ganimard listened, in silence, to the instructions of his superior; then, shaking his head, he said: "In my opinion, it is useless to ransack the castle.

I can tell you something that will astonish you: the Cahorn affair is on the point of being settled." "Excuse me; I have just seen the Chief of the Surete." "What of that? Does Mon. Dudouis know my business better than I do myself? You will learn that Ganimard excuse me that the pseudo-Ganimard still remains on very good terms with the baron.

The next moment his harsh voice was heard above the din and the general hubbub around: "Quite safe, citizen!" he called to his chief. "We have the rogue right enough!" There was much shouting and much cursing, a great deal of bustle and confusion, as the men of the Surete closed the doors of the defunct demagogue's lodgings.

Mange, with his usual keenness and quickness, saw that something must instantly be done to quiet Albert's companion or all the miscreants who could stir would be aroused and come thronging about them to throttle the supposed Agent de la Sureté. He, therefore, gave a loud laugh and said to Bouche-de-Miel: "Don't be a fool, old man! Monsieur Fouquier belong to la rousse! That's a good joke! ha! ha!

Then, when the men of the Surete came. ... Ah! they had no cause to doubt that they were men of the Surete! ... their clothes, their speech, their appearance ... figure to yourself, even their uniforms! They spoke so nicely, so reassuringly. The Leridans were so thankful to see them!

As Paul descended they were met by a third stranger who strolled forward a man in a heavy travelling coat and a soft Homburg hat. It was the man who had sat behind him earlier in the evening the man with the deep lines upon his care-worn brow, who had laughed so heartily and who a moment later introduced himself as Jules Pierrepont, special commissaire of the Paris Sûreté.

Among the mass of papers, legal documents, memoirs, and extracts from newspapers, which I have collected, relating to the mystery of The Yellow Room, there is one very interesting piece; it is a detail of the famous examination which took place that afternoon, in the laboratory of Professor Stangerson, before the Chief of the Surete.

We have done our best, but neither of us entertain any hope that she will live!" Then turning to Ogier, the doctor exclaimed: "This is an amazing affair especially in face of what is whispered concerning the unfortunate lady. What do you make of it?" The officer of the Surete knit his brows, and with frankness replied: "At present I am entirely mystified entirely mystified!"