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Updated: June 9, 2025
"How did any one know that she was here?" asked M. Desmalions, interrupting her. "I can't tell you. The letter simply said that the papers would be at Versailles, at the poste restante, in my name, on a certain day that is to say, this morning.
By the way, Mazeroux, you must get the telephone repaired this morning, so as to keep in touch with the office. Have you begun your search in these two rooms?" "As you ordered, Monsieur le Préfet. The deputy chief and I have been hunting round for the last hour." "Yes," said M. Desmalions, "that Florence Levasseur strikes me as a troublesome creature. She is certainly an accomplice.
"Well, you know my opinion on the subject, which is also the Prime Minister's opinion. Unearthing Lupin would be a blunder which we should end by regretting. After all, he's become an honest man, you know; he's useful to us and he does no harm " "No harm, Monsieur le Préfet? Do you think so?" said Weber stiffly. M. Desmalions burst out laughing.
Each event took place at the very moment fixed by Hippolyte Fauville. Cannot we take it that his accomplice is pursuing this method to the end and that he will not reveal himself until the last minute?" M. Desmalions exclaimed, with a sort of anger: "No, no, and again no! It is not possible.
The conclusion is the release of Marie Fauville and Gaston Sauverand." M. Desmalions smiled. "Oh!" "Am I asking too much, Monsieur le Préfet?" "One can always ask, but the request should be reasonable. And the innocence of those people does not depend on me." "No; but it depends on you, Monsieur le Préfet, to let them know if I prove their innocence to you."
This is the fourth letter, due last night." M. Desmalions looked at him without understanding, and looked from him to the ceiling. Perenna said: "Oh, there's no witchcraft about it; and, though no one has thrown that letter from above, though there is not the smallest hole in the ceiling, the explanation is quite simple!" "Quite simple, is it?" said M. Desmalions. "Yes, Monsieur le Préfet.
M. Desmalions found the necklace, examined it, and realized, in fact, that the stones did not resemble the turquoise and that none of them was missing. But, on separating two jewel cases in order to take out a tiara which also contained blue stones, he made a gesture of surprise.
Is Mme. d'Ersingen at home?... No?... Or Monsieur?... Not he, either?... Never mind, you can tell me what I want to know. I am M. Desmalions, the Prefect of Police, and I need certain information. At what time did Mme.
He made a movement of resistance, as though he intended to thrust back his aggressors. But it was only momentary; and he sank into a chair and covered his face with his hands: "What a mystery!" he stammered. "I don't understand! I don't understand " Weber, who had gone out a few minutes before, returned. M. Desmalions asked: "Is everything ready?"
"Those two creatures doomed to death; and we unable to save them! Monsieur le Préfet, I ask you to authorize me " He had not finished speaking when the Prefect's private secretary entered with a visiting-card in his hand. "Monsieur le Préfet, this caller was so persistent.... I hesitated " M. Desmalions took the card and uttered an exclamation of mingled surprise and joy.
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