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"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."
He hung up the receiver and turned to Dutreuil, laughing: "Ha, ha, my boy! Things are beginning to look clearer. What do you say?" It was difficult to tell what these words meant or what conclusions Renine had drawn from his conversation. The silence was painful and oppressive. "Mr. Chief-Inspector, you have some of your men outside, haven't you?" "Two detective-sergeants."
"M. Isidore Beautrelet!" exclaimed M. Filleul with an air of rapture, holding out both his hands to the newcomer. "What a delightful surprise! Our excellent amateur detective here! And at our disposal too! Why, it's a windfall! M. Chief-inspector, allow me to introduce to you M. Isidore Beautrelet, a sixth-form pupil at the Lycee Janson-de-Sailly." Ganimard seemed a little nonplussed.
Chief-inspector, since Prince Renine maintains that the notes have been put away upstairs, wouldn't the simplest thing be to go and look? M. Dutreuil will take us up, won't you?" "This minute," said the young man. "As you say, that will be simplest."
Now the fact that Daubrecq was taking his revenge proved that the marquis had not been able to prevent that revenge by seizing the document which was on the writing-desk in the study. It proved that Chief-inspector Blanchon and the detectives had kept a good watch. It proved that the crystal stopper was still in the Square Lamartine.
The door was pulled open without any preliminary knock, and Chief-Inspector Green strode swiftly in, with Robert Grell at his heels. Both men were plainly stirred by some suppressed excitement. Green laid a note down in front of Foyle. "Petrovska has killed herself," he exclaimed. "The matron found her poisoned in her cell, a minute or so after I reached Malchester Row.
Chief-inspector, a personal investigation and a most exhaustive investigation it was, as I will explain to you presently has revealed the fact that, on his return from Suresnes, the murderer, after replacing the motor-cycle in the shed in the Avenue du Roule, ran to the Ternes and entered this house." "This house?" "Yes." "But what did he come here for?"
"He is." "Can I speak to him?" The man took him to the study, where Chief-inspector Blanchon welcomed him with obvious pleasure. "Well, chief-inspector, one would say there was something new?" "M. Nicole, my orders are to place myself entirely at your disposal; and I may say that I am very glad to see you to-day." "Why so?" "Because there is something new." "Something serious?"
They were extraordinarily alert eyes, producing in those on whom they rested the somewhat uncomfortable impression that the depths of their souls were being penetrated. He was the famous Chief-Inspector Guerchard, head of the Detective Department of the Prefecture of Police, and sworn foe of Arsene Lupin. The policeman at the door of the drawing-room saluted him briskly.
In two hours, I shall see Gilbert's counsel. And the nightmare will be over." "Well done, governor! That's like your old self. Shall we wait for you here?" "No, go back to your hotel. I'll join you later." They parted. Lupin walked straight to the house and rang the bell. A detective opened the door and recognized him: "M. Nicole, I believe?" "Yes," he said. "Is Chief-inspector Blanchon here?"
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