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Updated: June 9, 2025
"By which I mean to say that I am prepared to keep my promise in spite of this very uninviting letter." He showed the letter to M. Filleul. "Pooh! Stuff and nonsense!" cried the magistrate. "I hope you won't let that prevent you " "From telling you what I know? No, Monsieur le Juge d'Instruction. I have given my word and I shall keep it.
Monsieur le Procureur General has not left his carriage. He is only passing through Ambrumesy and begs you to be good enough to go down to him at the gate. He only has a word to say to you." "That's curious," muttered M. Filleul. "However we shall see. Excuse me, Beautrelet, I shan't be long." He went away. His footsteps sounded outside.
Isidore Beautrelet said all this with a frank and artless simplicity of which it was impossible not to feel the charm. M. Filleul himself, though maintaining a distrustful reserve, took a certain pleasure in listening to him. He asked him, in a less peevish tone: "And are you satisfied with your expedition?" "Delighted!
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?"
To compel two experts, two professionals like M. Filleul and Ganimard to take account of his surmises implied a testimony of respect of which any other would have been proud. But Beautrelet seemed not to feel those little satisfactions of self-conceit and, still smiling without the least trace of irony, he placidly waited. M. de Gesvres entered the room.
M. Filleul looked at it and gave it to Beautrelet, saying: "I don't suppose this will help us much in our investigations." Isidore turned the paper over and over. 2.1.1..2..2.1..1.. 1...2.2. 2.43.2..2. .45..2.4...2..2.4..2 D DF square 19F+44triangle357triangle 13.53..2 ..25.2
"M. Isidore Beautrelet!" exclaimed M. Filleul with an air of rapture, holding out both his hands to the newcomer. "What a delightful surprise! Our excellent amateur detective here! And at our disposal too! Why, it's a windfall! M. Chief-inspector, allow me to introduce to you M. Isidore Beautrelet, a sixth-form pupil at the Lycee Janson-de-Sailly." Ganimard seemed a little nonplussed.
M. Filleul and Ganimard exchanged glances of unconcealed astonishment. The inspector no longer thought of withdrawing. At last, the magistrate muttered: "We must have M. de Gesvres's opinion." And Ganimard agreed: "Yes, we must have his opinion." And they sent to beg the count to come to the drawing room. The young sixth-form pupil had won a real victory.
Small and homely and insignificant she stood there in her tragic detachment the symbol of all the woe of France, and of the depraved brutality of a handful of ambitious men who had broken the heart of the world. Children have their filleul, correspond with him, send him little presents several times a month and weep bitterly when word comes that he is deep in his last trench.
It is nothing to throw one's hat in the air about, but every inch in the right direction is at least prophetic. Nothing to tell you about. Not the smallest thing happens here. I do nothing but read my paper, fuss in the garden, which looks very pretty, do up a bundle for my filleul once in a while, write a few letters, and drive about, at sundown, in my perambulator.
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