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Gently passing one of his fingers over each of them, with a continuous pressure, he separated them, as one separates the petals of a flower; and the two rows of teeth appeared. They were charming, beautifully shaped, and beautifully white; a little smaller perhaps than Mme. Fauville's, perhaps also arranged in a wider curve. But what did he know?
Don Luis Perenna went with Mazeroux to the commissary's office at Passy, where Mazeroux, on Perenna's instructions, gave his name and asked to have M. Fauville's house watched during the night by two policemen who were to arrest any suspicious person trying to obtain admission. The commissary agreed to the request. Don Luis and Mazeroux next dined in the neighbourhood.
It contained a dozen lines and he at once exclaimed: "Hippolyte Fauville's signature!" "And his handwriting," observed Mazeroux. "I can tell it at a glance. There's no mistake about that. What does it all mean? A letter written by Hippolyte Fauville three months before his death?"
Otherwise, the odds on my being buried alive will increase every minute. They're ten to one as it is!" He clenched his fists. "Hang it! I'll get out of this scrape by myself! Call for help? Not if I know it!" He summoned up all his energies to think, but his jaded brain gave him none but confused and disconnected ideas. He was haunted by Florence's image and by Marie Fauville's as well.
He had perhaps learned more of your enemies' secrets than you did. The proof is that he was suspected, that a man carrying an ebony walking-stick was seen watching his movements, that, lastly, he was killed." Hippolyte Fauville's self-assurance decreased.
Here is the original of the prospectus from which I learned that the house on the Place du Palais-Bourbon was for sale. Here is a memorandum of Jean Vernocq's journeys to Alençon to intercept Fauville's letters to old Langernault.
Isn't it as clear as daylight that Florence had a hand in it, as well as in all the rest? "Wasn't it in her room, in a volume of Shakespeare, that documents were found relating to M. Fauville's arrangements about the letters and the explosion? And then " Mazeroux interrupted himself, frightened by the look in Don Luis's eyes and realizing that the chief was fonder of the girl then ever.
"Do you understand what that means? Of course, people speak of the explosion on the Boulevard Suchet and of Fauville's posthumous revelations; and they are disgusted with that dirty brute of a Fauville; and they don't know how to praise your cleverness enough. But there is one fact that forms the main subject of every conversation and every discussion.
This time, after making a minute search of the little room in which Fauville's son used to sleep, they locked and bolted the doors and shutters. At eleven o'clock they switched off the electric chandelier. Don Luis and Weber hardly slept at all. The night passed without incident of any kind. But, at seven o'clock, when the shutters were opened, they saw that there was a letter on the table.
He flew up the winding staircase, rushed along the gallery, and darted into the attic. Edmond, Hippolyte Fauville's son, lay stiff and stark on his bed, with a cadaverous face, dead, too. "Dash it all! Dash it all!" repeated Mazeroux. Never, perhaps, in the course of his adventurous career, had Perenna experienced such a knockdown blow.
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