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Updated: June 25, 2025
In a moment, Mathias de Gorne had seen the advantage which he could take of my slip: he could keep his property, keep his wife ... and keep the money. Quick as lightning, he tucked away the paper, hit me over the head with the butt-end of his gun, threw the gun on the floor and seized me by the throat with both hands. He had reckoned without his host.
"I seemed to gather from your letter that, touched as always by anything that concerns the heart, you were anxious to protect the love-affair of Jerome and Natalie. Now there is every reason to suppose that these two, without consulting their fair protectress, have run away, after throwing Mathias de Gorne down a well. "Forgive me for not coming to see you.
Deputy, there was not, as you believe, a last struggle by the well, because I left M. de Gorne tied up, in this room, and because I also left my revolver here. On the other hand, if shots were heard, they were not fired by me." "A casual coincidence, therefore?" "That's a matter for the police to explain. My only duty is to tell the truth and you are not entitled to ask more of me."
With the son dead, or passing for dead, the father would receive the insurance-money and indemnify his son." "You mean to say," asked the deputy, with a smile, "that in all this camouflage, as you call it, M. de Gorne the elder would act as his son's accomplice?" Renine took up the challenge: "Just so, Mr. Deputy. The father and son are accomplices. "Then we shall find the son at the father's?"
They were the procurator's deputy, his clerk, a commissary of police and two detectives. Madame de Gorne was shown in and the deputy asked Jerome Vignal to step forward. Jerome Vignal's face was certainly that of the strong man whom Hortense had depicted in her letter. He displayed no uneasiness, but rather decision and a resolute will.
He had based it solely on logic and the probabilities of the case. And yet not a jot was left of the distressing mystery in which they were floundering. The darkness was dispelled. The whole truth appeared. Madame de Gorne wept for joy and Jerome Vignal thanked the good genius who was changing the course of events with a stroke of his magic wand. "Shall we examine those footprints together, Mr.
"Mathias de Gorne would have needed a regular apprenticeship before his backward progress could have equalled his ordinary gait; and both his father and he must have been aware of this, at least as regards the zigzags which you see here since old de Gorne went out of his way to tell the sergeant that his son had had too much drink."
I understand the business pretty well, for, as I told you, I know Mlle. Ermelin, who is a friend of Jerome Vignal's and also knows Madame de Gorne. Do you suppose ...?" "I don't want to suppose anything. I simply declare that some one came there last night...." "By which way? The only tracks of a person coming towards the manor are those of M. de Gorne."
The principal door was open. "Let's go in," said the sergeant. And, the moment he had crossed the threshold, he muttered: "Oho! Old de Gorne made a mistake in not coming. They've been fighting in here." The big room was in disorder. Two shattered chairs, the overturned table and much broken glass and china bore witness to the violence of the struggle.
Deputy," Jerome Vignal declared, without heeding the bad effect which his obstinacy was producing, "I am relating things as they were and not as they may be interpreted. But to continue. That clock marked ten minutes to nine when I entered this room. M. de Gorne, believing that he was about to be attacked, had taken down his gun.
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