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He watched the old fellow move away and, when he had lost sight of him, turned down a path that took him right across the fields. Beautrelet hesitated for a few seconds as to what course to take, and then quietly decided. He set off in pursuit of the man. "He has made sure," he thought, "that Gaffer Charel has gone straight ahead. That is all he wanted to know and so he is going where?
The eyes of the young man and the child met; and Beautrelet placed his hand very gently on the little girl's hand. She looked at him for two or three seconds, distractedly, as though about to choke. Then, suddenly hiding her head between her folded arms, she burst into sobs. He let her cry and, after a while, said: "It was you, wasn't it, who did all the mischief, who acted as go-between?
All said, there was no material evidence to prove the fleeting presence of Lupin at the Chateau de l'Aiguille; and the authorities would have been entitled to challenge the statements of Beautrelet and his father, of Valmeras and Mlle. de Saint-Veran, had they not ended by discovering, in a room next to that occupied by the young girl, some half-dozen exquisite bouquets with Arsene Lupin's card pinned to them, bouquets scorned by her, faded and forgotten One of them, in addition to the card, contained a letter which Raymonde had not seen.
There remained your father your father for whom you have a great affection I played on that string." "And here I am," said Beautrelet, approvingly. I motioned them to be seated. They consented and Lupin resumed, in that tone of imperceptible banter which is all his own: "In any case, M. Beautrelet, if you will not accept my thanks, you will at least not refuse my apologies." "Apologies!
At six o'clock in the evening, having finished all he had to do, M. Filluel, accompanied by M. Bredoux, his clerk, stood waiting for the carriage which was to take him back to Dieppe. He seemed restless, nervous. Twice over, he asked: "You haven't seen anything of young Beautrelet, I suppose?" "No, Monsieur le Juge d'Instruction, I can't say I have." "Where on earth can he be?
As for me, as long as my tenants pay their rents and my leases are kept up ! You see my account-books: I live in them, gentlemen; and I confess that I know absolutely nothing whatever about that story of which you wrote to me in your letter, M. Massiban " Isidore Beautrelet, nerve-shattered at all this talk, interrupted him bluntly: "I beg your pardon, monsieur, but the book "
He held Lupin safe; and it was for Beautrelet now to select the hour and the manner of the combat. He walked away. Near the bridge, he met two country-girls carrying pails of milk. He asked: "What is the name of the castle over there, behind the trees?" "That's the Chateau de l'Aiguille, sir." He had put his question without attaching any importance to it.
There was then another person seated beside the driver. As for the car, it had turned in the opposite direction and gone north, toward Issoudun. Beautrelet easily discovered the owner of the gig, who, however, had no information to supply. He had hired out his horse and trap to a man who brought them back himself next day.
Beautrelet ran to the window and leaned out: "There's no one there but the border has been trodden down we can easily identify the footprints " He closed the window and sat down again: "You see, Monsieur le Juge d'Instruction, the enemy has even ceased to take the most ordinary precautions he has not time left he too feels that the hour is urgent.
A barred gate, flanked by iron hand-rails and bristling spikes, guarded the narrow passage. Beautrelet succeeded in climbing over, not without some difficulty. Over the pointed door, which was closed with an old rusty lock, he read the words: FORT DE FREFOSSE
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