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Fandor answered casually: "I have an order to give her." "Then, if Monsieur will leave it with me..." "Why? Isn't Mlle. Marie Pascal here?" "No, Monsieur." "Will she be long away?" "I'm afraid she will." "All right, I'll come back about six o'clock. I must see her personally, I have a number of details to explain." Mme. Ceiron shook her head. "I don't think you'll find her." "Why not?"
"You have no idea where she went, Mme. Ceiron?" "Well, I heard her tell the cab-driver to take her to the Montparnasse Station." "Do you know if she has any friends or relations in the country?" "Ah! that's a good idea, Monsieur, now I come to think of it, she always went on her holidays from the same station, probably to visit some of her family, but where they live I haven't the least idea."
But excuse me a moment, I have some orders to give; I won't be a moment." The Marquis crossed the room and opened the door; Wulf could hear him talking: "Is that you, Madame Ceiron?" A woman's voice answered: "Yes, Monsieur le Marquis. What can I do for you?" "Kindly unpack the bag in my room and when you go out be sure to lock the doors.
In a moment he had torn off his false whiskers and his wig of white hair was quickly replaced by another this time a woman's wig. With the agility of a Fregoli he then got into a skirt and waist. Forty seconds after the departure of Wulf the Marquis de Sérac had become ... Madame Ceiron, the concièrge. Three or four pencil marks and his disguise was complete.
If the King is a murderer, he must be punished like any other man; if he is innocent, the guilty man must be caught. You haven't spoken of this to the concièrge?" Marie Pascal smiled. "No, Monsieur, Mme. Ceiron is rather a gossip."
When she had reached a remote part of the wood she entered a small hut. A few moments later visitors to the Bois noticed the well-known Ouaouaoua, the Primitive Man, walking down the main pathway. The enigmatic and dreamy face of this man resembled neither the Marquis de Sérac nor Madame Ceiron and yet ...
He turned to the concièrge: "Madame Ceiron, I realize our search here will be without result, so I will leave you now and probably return about ten to-night with my friend Juve." "Very good, Monsieur. You found nothing, I suppose?" "Nothing at all," declared Fandor. While Fandor was going downstairs the pseudo Mme. Ceiron made a grimace. "He's found nothing, hasn't he?
However, she determined to follow Juve's advice and spread the gossip. With that purpose she went down to see Mother Ceiron. As the concièrge was not in her room she called through the hallway: "Madame Ceiron!... Madame Ceiron!" A man's voice answered and a laundryman came downstairs carrying a basket. "The concièrge is on the sixth floor, Mademoiselle.
On arriving at the Rue de Monceau, Juve went straight to the concièrge's office and having shown his badge, began to question her: "Tell me, Madame Ceiron, did you see the King when he came to pay his visit to his mistress?" "No, Monsieur. I saw nothing at all.
"Well, she's in the country." "Will she be away for several days?" "I expect so." Fandor decided to burn his bridges. "Look here, it's not about an order; I'm sent here by Juve, you know him?" "The detective?" "Yes, Madame, the detective." Madame Ceiron appeared to be very disturbed. "Oh! I shall get jaundice from all this bother. I can't even sleep in peace.
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