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This earring is a positive, palpable proof." Gevrol had hard work to refrain from shrugging his shoulders. "All this can be satisfactorily explained," he said, "without a search of twelve or fourteen hours. That the murderer had an accomplice is possible. The presence of the women is very natural. Wherever there are male thieves, you will find female thieves as well.
Lecoq, my boy, I must say that you have conducted this affair like an angel!" "Don't you mean to say like a fool?" asked the discouraged detective. "No, my friend, certainly not. You have rejoiced my old heart. I can die; I shall have a successor. Ah! that Gevrol who betrayed you for he did betray you, there's no doubt about it that obtuse, obstinate 'General' is not worthy to blacken your shoes!"
"She was short," replied the attendant, "with a very fair complexion and light hair; she seemed to be a very respectable woman." "It must have been one of the female fugitives who escaped from the Widow Chupin's hovel," exclaimed Lecoq. Gevrol, hitherto an attentive listener, burst into a loud laugh. "Still that Russian princess," said he.
"Ah!" exclaimed the chief detective, in a tone of irritation, "that is vexatious!" "Wait," added the commissary; "there is yet time to see if there are any, not in this room, but in the other. We have disturbed absolutely nothing there. My footsteps and the corporal's will be easily distinguished. Let us see." As the commissary opened the door of the second chamber, Gevrol stopped him.
In his right hand, covered with a handkerchief, he held a pistol, which he aimed at the intruders. "Surrender!" cried Gevrol. The man's lips moved, but in spite of a visible effort he could not articulate a syllable. "Don't do any mischief," continued the inspector, "we are in force, you can not escape; so lay down your arms." "I am innocent," exclaimed the man, in a hoarse, strained voice.
It was an indiscretion of this kind which told the ruin of Riscara the rich banker. Lambreth, the assassin of the Rue de Venise, betrayed himself in a similar manner. "What luck!" exclaimed old Tabaret. "What an incredible piece of good fortune! Gevrol may dispute it if he likes, but after all, chance is the cleverest agent of the police. Who would have imagined such a history?
"M. Gevrol and myself may have been mistaken: no one is infallible. But have you learned anything more than you knew before? Have you made any progress?" "Why, yes. Now that people know the prisoner is not what he pretends to be, instead of annoying and hampering me, perhaps they will assist us to discover who he really is."
"So this is to be your observatory, Monsieur Lecoq!" remarked Gevrol, with a sneering laugh. "Yes, sir." "You will not be very comfortable here." "I shall be less uncomfortable than you suppose; I have brought a large blanket with me, and I shall stretch myself out on the floor and manage to sleep here." "So that, night and day, you will have your eye on the prisoner?" "Yes, night and day."
"Ah, ha!" he laughed, as Lecoq passed out, "here is one of those simpletons who fish for whales and do not catch even a gudgeon." For an instant Lecoq was angry. He turned abruptly and looked Gevrol full in the face. "That is better than assisting prisoners to carry on a surreptitious correspondence with people outside," he retorted, in the tone of a man who knows what he is saying.
From the knitting of his young brows, it was plain he was making a violent effort of memory. "Yes," cried he suddenly, "I remember another thing." "What?" "The man wore very large rings in his ears." "Bravo!" cried Gevrol, "here is a complete description. I shall find the fellow now. M. Daburon can prepare a warrant for his appearance whenever he likes."
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