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"I have not." "In that case, I don't understand. Well, who is the murderer of Jean Daval?" "Jean Daval was killed by " Beautrelet interrupted himself, thought for a moment and continued: "But I must first show you the road which I followed to arrive at the certainty and the very reasons of the murder without which my accusation would seem monstrous to you.
The doctor turned back the sheet that covered the corpse. Jean Daval, dressed in his usual velvet suit, with a pair of nailed boots on his feet, lay stretched on his back, with one arm folded beneath him. His collar and tie had been removed and his shirt opened, revealing a large wound in the chest. "Death must have been instantaneous," declared the doctor. "One blow of the knife was enough."
I had been sleeping badly, for that matter, with gleams of consciousness in which I seemed to hear noises, when, suddenly opening my eyes, I saw Daval standing at the foot of my bed, with his candle in his hand and fully dressed as he is now, for he often worked late into the night. He seemed greatly excited and said, in a low voice: 'There's some one in the drawing room. I heard a noise myself.
Now the crime was committed at four o'clock in the morning." "I reflected on that strange fact," said the magistrate, "and M. de Gesvres replied that Jean Daval spent a part of his nights in working." "The servants say, on the contrary, that he went to bed regularly at a very early hour. But, admitting that he was up, why did he disarrange his bedclothes, to make believe that he had gone to bed?
"For twenty years," said M. de Gesvres, "Daval worked by my side. I trusted him. If he betrayed me, as the result of some temptation or other, I was, at least, unwilling, for the sake of the past, that his treachery should become known." "You were unwilling, I agree, but you had no right to be." "I am not of your opinion, Monsieur le Juge d'Instruction.
The next day, it was discovered that the telegram sent by the sham flyman from Saint-Nicolas bore the same address: 'A.L.N., Post-office 45. The material proof existed: Jean Daval was in correspondence with the gang which arranged the robbery of the pictures." M. Filleul raised no objection. "Agreed. The complicity is established. And what conclusion do you draw?"
In the summer, the count took the two girls almost every day to Dieppe. He was a tall man, with a handsome, serious face and hair that was turning gray. He was very rich, managed his fortune himself and looked after his extensive estates with the assistance of his secretary, Jean Daval.
The knife? And I will ask you to compare it with that part of his story, also in the report, in which Monsieur le Comte describes the assault: 'The man leaped at me and felled me with a blow on the temple! How could M. de Gesvres, who had fainted, know, on waking, that Daval had been stabbed with a knife?" Isidore Beautrelet did not wait for an answer to his question.
Dr Daval, an eminent French oculist, who lost his eyesight at sixty, makes an eloquent plea to his colleagues to tell their patients the truth, and, instead of treating them when they know that loss of eyesight is inevitable, advise them to study methods used by the blind, even though they may not need to use the knowledge for months or even years.
After a moment, the Comte de Gesvres moved. In a broken voice, he said: "Don't be afraid I am not wounded Daval? Is he alive? The knife? The knife? Two men-servants now arrived with candles. Raymonde flung herself down before the other body and recognized Jean Daval, the count's private secretary. A little stream of blood trickled from his neck. His face already wore the pallor of death.
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