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Then we entered the vestibule, a small, well-lit room paved with square red tiles. "Ah! This is the window by which the murderer escaped!" said Rouletabille. "So they keep on saying, monsieur, so they keep on saying! But if he had gone off that way, we should have been sure to have seen him. We are not blind, neither Monsieur Stangerson nor me, nor the concierges who are in prison.
He again turned to me, his look haggard, after having carefully refastened the door, muttering some incomprehensible phrases. "If the thing is mathematically possible, why should it not be humanly! And if it is humanly possible, the matter is simply awful." I interrupted him in his soliloquy: "Have they set the concierges at liberty, then?" I asked.
"I really don't know, Monsieur Rouletabille," replied Fred, shaking hands with my friend, whom he had several times met in the course of his difficult investigations. "I have not seen him." "The concierges will be able to inform us no doubt?" said Rouletabille, pointing to the lodge the door and windows of which were close shut.
One had the sense of a backwater, or rather of an estuary, whose waters flowed in from the invisible sea, and ebbed into a profound silence while the waves without were still beating. Though the promontory consisted of flats expensive, with cavernous entrance halls, full of concierges and palms it fulfilled its purpose, and gained for the older houses opposite a certain measure of peace.
Arriving at the tall building in which my flat was then situated, Brisson rang the bell, and the concierge, as usual, in that strange state of semi-somnolence which envelops concierges during the night, pulled the looped wire at the head of his bed, and unbolted the door.
We had to use this bar of iron to get it open, all four of us for the concierge, brave woman she is, helped us. It pains me to find them both in prison now." Daddy Jacques had no sooner uttered these words of pity and protestation than tears and lamentations broke out from the concierges. I never saw two accused people crying more bitterly. I was extremely disgusted.
No, no; no one knows the joy of mere breathing if he has not breathed the air there, the finest in the north of the world, which gives food and drink of beautiful white eau-de-vie and yellow pivo, and strikes the blood and makes one a beast vigorous and joyful and fatalistic, and mocks at the Nihilists and, as well, at the ten thousand eyes of the police staring from under the porches of houses, from under the skulls of dvornicks all police, the dvornicks; all police, also the joyous concierges with extended hands.
They both laughed as if some singular restraint had been removed; Helen even forgot the incident of the bread in her relief. Then they compared notes of their experiences, of their different concierges, of their housekeeping, of the cheap stores and the cheaper restaurants of Paris, except one. She told him her name, and learned that his was Philip, or, if she pleased, Major Ostrander.
Concierges and shop-keepers knew no one better; for it was more than a quarter of a century before, that M. Vincent Favoral, the day after his wedding, had come to settle in the Rue St. Gilles; and there his two children were born, his son M. Maxence, his daughter Mlle. Gilberte. He occupied the second story of the house.
It was the seventh volume of an interminable romance which for years had had a tremendous vogue among the concierges, the workgirls, the clerks, and the cocottes of Paris. An unreadable affair, not even indecent, which nevertheless had enchanted a whole generation. To be able to enjoy it was an absolute demonstration of lack of taste; but did not some of his best friends enjoy books no better?
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