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If the judge was not absolutely and fully convinced, he admired the ingenuity and shrewdness of the whole proceeding, and complimented the proud jackdaw upon his brilliancy. "This decides me," he said, as he dismissed Fanferlot. "I will make out a favorable report to-day; and it is highly probable that the accused will be released to-morrow."
The quick-eared Fanferlot overheard these words, and prompted to suspicion, and ever disposed to impute to others the deep astuteness peculiar to himself, was convinced they had been uttered for his benefit.
If you had had him, instead of that smooth-tongued imbecile Fanferlot, your case would have been settled long ago. Nobody is allowed to waste time when he has command. But he seems to be a friend of yours." "I never saw him until the first day I came here." "You can't swear to that, because no one can boast of knowing the real face of M. Lecoq.
"It makes no difference," interrupted Gypsy. "I am so unfortunate already that I have nothing more to dread. Any change would be a relief." And, without waiting to hear any more, she went out. The door had scarcely closed upon Mme. Gypsy, before Fanferlot bounced out of the closet. The mild detective was white with rage, and swore violently. "What is the meaning of this?" he cried.
Although Fanferlot betrayed courage in daily contending with the most dangerous rascals, he was positively terrified by Mme. Gypsy. "Alas!" he murmured. "Prosper is to be arrested, accused of being a thief?" "Yes, madame, he is accused of taking three hundred and fifty thousand francs from the bank-safe." "It is false, infamous, absurd!" she cried.
She was about to sit down without him, when the hotel-boy cried out: "Here is monsieur." And Fanferlot appeared in person. Three years before, Fanferlot had kept a little office of secret intelligence; Mme.
"Did not M. Bertomy say, my dear lady, to the other end of Paris? To a hotel, or furnished apartments." "But I don't know where to find any." Fanferlot seemed to be reflecting; but he had great difficulty in concealing his delight at a sudden idea that flashed upon him; his little black eyes fairly danced with joy. "I know of a hotel," he said at last, "but it might not suit you.
"Oh, oh, oh!" exclaimed Fanferlot in three different tones of admiration, as he stood gazing in a revery at the door. "Do you begin to understand now?" asked M. Lecoq. "Understand, patron? Why, a child could understand it now. Ah, what a man you are! I see the scene as if I had been present.
"I understand," said Fanferlot, snapping his little rat-like eyes; "I am to create a diversion." "Exactly. Go out by the Rue de la Huchette, and hasten to St. Michel's bridge; loaf along the bank, and finally sit on the steps of the quay, so that Clameran may know he is being watched. If he doesn't see you, do something to attract his attention." "Parbleu!
"To my private office," replied M. Fauvel. "Is not that the room whither I was conducted when I first came?" inquired the commissary. "The same." "I would like to see it," said Fanferlot, "and examine the entrances to it." "Nothing is more easy," said M. Fauvel, eagerly; "follow me, gentlemen, and you come too, Prosper."
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