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Updated: June 29, 2025
"To begin with, we'll admit that Susy d'Orsel flicked the ash off her cigarette ... gray ash from Egyptian tobacco, a woman's cigarette." He now moved to the left of the sofa. "In the second place, here is another heap of ashes in this plate ... cigar ashes ... in fact here is the tend showing a German brand.... So the King was sitting on the right of Susy d'Orsel.
The assassination of Susy d'Orsel, the question of this imposture, in fact all these mysterious points which have arisen cannot be cleared up in Paris." "What the devil do you mean, Juve?" "I mean that in all probability the threads of this intrigue lead to Hesse-Weimar, to the capital of the kingdom, to Glotzbourg. And, if you have no objection, I will start for there this evening."
The heavy legs of the table were joined by crosspieces and Juve had been able to determine where Susy d'Orsel had rested her feet. He saw also the slight traces of mud where the King had rested his feet. Most important, however, was the fact that further traces of mud had been left by a third pair of feet.
One thing and one alone had developed from his interview. The King denied his guilt. "The only thing I know," he thought, "is that the concièrge affirms that Frederick-Christian was alone when he came to see Susy d'Orsel.... If I can prove that definitely I can also prove by the chain of evidence that the King is guilty. But how to do it?"
"No hurry, my child, the Marquis has gone to the country to spend the New Year's day with his relations and he won't be back before next week." Marie Pascal climbed the stairs to her room on the sixth floor and the concièrge returned to her quarters and settled herself in an armchair. Susy d'Orsel, tired of waiting for her royal lover, was sound asleep before the fire in her bedroom.
Having stretched his legs and rested his feet upon the traces of mud, he discovered that one of the legs of the table came directly between his knees. A woman's skirt would have made this position impossible for her. "Why, the King was telling the truth! There were three persons in this dining-room a few moments before the crime was committed. And they were Susy d'Orsel, the King and another man."
She now questioned Marie Pascal with considerable curiosity, and the young girl explained her late errand to deliver the gown to Susy d'Orsel. "Come in and have a cup of coffee, Mam'zelle Pascal," urged the old woman, as she set out two cups and filled them from a coffee pot on the stove. Marie Pascal at first refused, but Mother Citron was so insistent that she ended by accepting the invitation.
I have a telephone in my room, besides I never leave the door open." "Is Justine in her room now?" "No, I have the key, which means that she's out ... she's probably looking after funeral arrangements of the poor young girl." "Mlle. d'Orsel had no relations?" "I don't think so, Monsieur." "Is Marie Pascal in?" "Yes ... sixth floor to the right at the end of the hall."
Susy d'Orsel could hardly repress a smile. "Mind your own business. What time is it?" "A quarter to twelve, Madame." And as the girl started to leave the room she ventured: "I hope M. August won't forget me, to-morrow morning." "Why, you little idiot, his name isn't August, it's Frederick-Christian! You have about as much sense as an oyster!"
"It amounted to the same thing, for the man you say threw Susy d'Orsel out of the window could only be the King, since he was alone with his mistress.... Now we get the further evidence of the chemise found by you quite by chance ... and by sending you to me His Majesty explicitly accuses a woman, the woman to whom that chemise belonged of having killed Susy d'Orsel."
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