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He is very cunning, Gevrol; I misjudged him." And without listening to another word, he hurried away, jumping down three steps at a times, at the risk of breaking his neck. M. Daburon, greatly disappointed, also hastened on. In the passage, on a bench of rough wood before his office door, Albert sat awaiting him, under the charge of a Garde de Paris.
"Ah, well! it seems to me I may, of course, be mistaken but I fancy that appearances are deceitful, and Yes, I suspect something." "Bah! explain yourself, please." "How can you explain the dog's faculty of scent?" Gevrol shrugged his shoulders. "In short," he replied, "you scent a melodrama here a rendezvous of gentlemen in disguise, here at the Poivriere, at Mother Chupin's house.
These pleasantries, which a few days before would have made him angry, now did not touch him. Instead of retaliating, he bowed his head in such a penitent manner that Gevrol was astonished. "Jeer at me, my good M. Gevrol," he replied, "mock me without pity; you are right, I deserve it all." "Ah, come now," said the chief, "have you then performed some new masterpiece, you impetuous old fellow?"
His report was listened to, and then the squad passed on. "To the left, boys!" ordered Gevrol; "we will take the Rue d'Ivry, and then cut through the shortest way to the Rue de Chevaleret." From this point the expedition became really disagreeable. The way led through an unfinished, unnamed street, full of puddles and deep holes, and obstructed with all sorts of rubbish.
The question for me is not to prove where he was, but that he was not at La Jonchere. Perhaps, after all, Gevrol is on the right track. I hope so, from the bottom of my heart. Yes; God grant that he may be successful. My vanity and my mad presumption will deserve the slight punishment of his triumph over me. What would I not give to establish this man's innocence?
He is a courageous rascal, full of audacity and coolness, for the crime has been admirably executed. The fellow left nothing behind of a nature to compromise him seriously. But for me, Gevrol, believing in the robbery, would have seen nothing. Fortunately, however, I was there. But yet it can hardly be that," continued the old man. "It must be something worse than a mere love affair."
But I think, no, I don't think anything either!" "A slight surprise, eh?" said Gevrol, beaming. "Say rather an immense one," replied Tabaret. But suddenly he started, and gave his forehead a hard blow with his fist. "And my baker!" he cried, "I will see you to-morrow, then, M. Gevrol." "He is crazed," thought the head detective.
All the people interrogated, however, obstinately tried to impart to the magistrate their own convictions and personal conjectures. Public opinion sided with Gevrol. Every voice denounced the tall sunburnt man with the gray blouse. He must surely be the culprit. Everyone remembered his ferocious aspect, which had frightened the whole neighbourhood.
He saw himself married, and all on a sudden, discovering the antecedents of Madame Tabaret, becoming mixed up with a scandalous prosecution, compromised, and rendered ridiculous. "When I think," he continued, "that my worthy Gevrol is running after the man with the earrings! Run, my boy, run! Travel is a good thing for youth. Won't he be vexed? He will wish me dead. But I don't care.
At last I reach the veritable actors in the drama, the exalted personages whose existence I had suspected. Ah! Gevrol, my illustrious General! you talked about a Russian princess, but you will be obliged to content yourself with a simple marchioness." But the vertigo that had seized the young detective gradually disappeared.
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