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"See where he went, ask the concierge," he said to Tignol. And to the policeman: "Watch the courtyard. If he isn't down in ten minutes we'll go up." Then, as his men obeyed, Gibelin turned to Kittredge's driver. "Here's your fare. You can go. I'm from headquarters. I have a warrant for this man's arrest." And he showed his credentials. "I'll take the things he has left."
As M. Pougeot mounted to the first floor he was met at the head of the stairs by a little yellow-bearded man, with luminous dark eyes, who came toward him, hand extended. "Ah, Dr. Joubert!" said the commissary. The doctor nodded nervously. "It's a singular case," he whispered, "a very singular case." At the same moment a door opened and Gibelin appeared.
He was evidently dead. "Has anything been disturbed here? Has anyone touched this body?" demanded Pougeot sharply. "No," said the doctor; "Gibelin came in with me, but neither of us touched anything. We waited for you." "I see.
"Going back to Paris!" laughed Coquenil. "Hope you find the walking good, Gibelin!" "It's only fifteen miles," taunted Tignol. "You loafer, you blackguard, you dirty dog!" yelled Gibelin, dancing in a rage. "Try to be more original in your detective work," called M. Paul. "Au revoir."
That's what I want to know. Not the chief, I swear; the chief is straight in this thing. It's some one above the chief. Lucien, I told you this was a great case and it is." "Then you didn't mean what you were saying in the automobile about having doubts?" "Not a word of it." "That was all for Gibelin?" "Exactly. There's a chance that he may believe it, or believe some of it.
No doubt Gibelin had heard the truth and was gloating over it! "How do you know it is the woman's photograph?" questioned the judge. "I'll tell you," replied Gibelin, delighted with his sensation. "It's quite a story. I suppose you know that when this woman slipped out of the Ansonia, she drove directly to the house where we arrested the American. You knew that?" He turned to Coquenil. "No."
"So it would be a good piece of work," continued Coquenil, "if a man had discovered this name and address in the last few hours with nothing but his wits to help him; in fact, with everything done to hinder him." He looked meaningly at Gibelin. "Come, come," interrupted the chief, "what are you driving at?" "At this, I have the woman's name and address." "Impossible!" they cried.
Then she went downstairs at least I suppose she did, for she never came back." "Did anyone see her leave the hotel?", demanded Pougeot sharply, looking at the others. "It's extraordinary," answered the doctor, "but no one seems to have seen this woman go out. M. Gibelin made inquiries, but he could learn nothing except that she really went to the telephone booth. The girl there remembers her."
"After all, what I do is not important, but I'll tell you what Gibelin will do, and that is important, he will let this American go to trial and be found guilty for want of evidence that would save him." "Not if I can help it," replied Hauteville, ruffled at this reflection on his judicial guidance of the investigation.
It is a piece of old oak, rather worm-eaten, but it has good bronzes for the drawer handles, two dogs fighting on either side of the lock plates." Alice listened in astonishment. "I didn't suppose you knew where M. Kittredge lived." "Nor did I until this morning," he smiled. "Since then I well, as my friend Gibelin says, I haven't wasted my time."
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