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Updated: June 23, 2025
Your detectives have made a grave mistake which a word, no doubt, will be enough to set right. That word I wish for, I insist upon " The Prefect shrugged his shoulders and said: "You are suspected of taking part in the murder of Fauville, the civil engineer, and his son Edmond." "Is Hippolyte dead?"
"I use it for my regular clients," said Fauville, "and sometimes I go out that way." "Does it open on the garden?" "Yes." "Is it properly closed?" "You can see for yourself; it's locked and bolted with a safety bolt. Both keys are on my bunch; so is the key of the garden gate." He placed the bunch of keys on the table with his pocket-book and, after first winding it, his watch.
Who could have intercepted, on Fauville's behalf, the letters of accusation which Fauville was supposed to write to his old friend Langernault, except some one in the village or some one who had lived in the village? And now everything was clear. It was the nameless scoundrel who had started his career of crime by killing old Langernault and then the Dedessuslamare couple.
Fauville relating to old Langernault; and, secondly, that he has been prowling around and inside old Langernault's property to-day for reasons that also remain to be seen. And I presume that he came by train and that he will go back by train." Perenna's supposition was confirmed without delay.
There was no doubt that the same person had killed Cosmo Mornington, Inspector Vérot, Fauville the engineer, and his son Edmond.
Perhaps they have arrested her? She, she in prison!" He raised his clenched fists in a threatening manner against all the unknown enemies by whom he was surrounded, against those who were persecuting him, those who had murdered Hippolyte Fauville and delivered Marie Fauville to the police. Mazeroux and Chief Inspector Ancenis took hold of him roughly.
"That is the exact reply which we are constantly receiving at every moment from your accomplice." "My accomplice?" "Yes, Mme. Fauville." "Mme. Fauville!" Gaston Sauverand had uttered the same cry as when he heard of the death of the engineer; and his stupefaction seemed even greater, combined as it was with an anguish that distorted his features beyond recognition.
They have combined against their accomplice, Marie Fauville; and it is she alone, poor devil, who will pay for the horrible series of crimes!" "Is she their accomplice even?" he wondered. "Who knows?
I looked through the newspapers at lunch. Marie Fauville, who was sent to the infirmary after her second attempt, has again tried to kill herself by banging her head against the wall of the room. They have put a straitjacket on her. But she is refusing all food. It is my duty to save her." "How?" "By handing over the real criminal.
Have we the right, in the absence of any real proof, to suppose that a woman can kill her husband, that a mother can poison her son?" "I am supposing nothing, Monsieur le Préfet." "Then ?" Don Luis made no reply. M. Desmalions did not conceal his irritation. However, he said: "Very well; but I order you most positively to remain silent. What questions am I to put to Mme. Fauville?"
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