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Coquenil was silent, but Gibelin replied exultingly: "We have found a pair of Kittredge's boots that absolutely correspond with the plaster casts of the alleyway footprints; everything is identical, the shape of the sole, the nails in the heel, the worn places everything." The judge turned to Coquenil. "Is this true?" M. Paul nodded. "It seems to be true."
"Because a good detective knows certain things before he can prove them and acts on his knowledge. That is what distinguishes him from an ordinary detective." "Meaning me?" challenged Gibelin. "Not at all," replied M. Paul smoothly. "I only say that " "One moment," interrupted M. Simon. "Do I understand that you were with the driver who took this American away from here to-night?"
"It's true, but I have refused it." Simon and Hauteville looked at Coquenil incredulously. How could a man refuse a salary of a hundred thousand francs? The commissary watched his friend with admiration, Gibelin with envious hostility. "May I ask why you have refused it?" asked the chief. "Partly for personal reasons, largely because I want to have a hand in this case." Gibelin moved uneasily.
"Thanks," snapped Gibelin with deliberate insolence, "I prefer my own." "There's no use being ugly about it," replied the other good-naturedly, as he lighted a cigarette. His companion did the same and the two smoked in silence, Gibelin gnawing savagely at his little red mustache. "See here," broke in the latter, "wouldn't you be ugly if somebody butted into a case that had been given to you?"
Gibelin, a physician residing in the Rue Italienne at Aix, possesses, and obligingly allows to be shown, some good pictures, including original portraits of Mad. de Sevigné and her daughter. Finding him from home, and the house shut up, we extended our walk further into the town, which, in point of airy streets and cleanliness, deserves to hold a very high rank indeed among French cities.
Between ourselves, I should have passed the thing over as unimportant, but well, the order came from higher up." "You mean the chief revoked my commission?" "I don't know, I haven't seen the chief, but the order came from his office." "With this prison affair given as the reason?" "Yes." "And now Gibelin is in charge of the case?" "Yes." "And I am discharged from the force?
"Anyhow, I'll get square with you," retorted the other, exasperated by M. Paul's good nature. "The best men make mistakes and look out that you don't make one." "If I do, I'll call on you for help." "And if you do, I'll take jolly good care that you don't get it," snarled the other. "Nonsense!" laughed Coquenil. "You're a good soldier, Gibelin; you like to kick and growl, but you do your work.
"He won't refuse me," declared Simon. "After all, I am responsible for the pursuit of criminals in this city, and if I tell him that I absolutely need Paul Coquenil back on the force, as I do, he will sign the commission at once. Come, gentlemen." A moment later the three had hurried off, leaving Coquenil and Gibelin together. "Have one?" said M. Paul, offering his cigarette case.
"Will you never learn your business?" stormed Pougeot. "Does Gibelin know this?" "Yes, sir, we just told him." "Send Joseph here quick." And to the waiter when he appeared: "Tell the woman in the cloakroom to let this young man have the things. Don't let him see that you are suspicious, but take a good look at him." "Yes, sir. And then?" "And then nothing. Leave him to Gibelin."
"Besides," continued Gibelin, "the chambermaid identifies this pistol as the property of the American. He always kept it in a certain drawer, she noticed it there a few days ago, but yesterday it was gone and the holster was empty." "It looks bad," muttered the judge. "It looks bad, but it's too easy, it's too simple," answered M. Paul.
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