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"Sit down, Monsieur l'inspecteur," she commanded, for it was rather a command than an invitation. Inspector Aylesbury cleared his throat and sat down. "Ah, M. Knox!" exclaimed Madame, turning to me with one of her rapid movements, "is your friend afraid to face me, then? Does he think that he has failed? Does he think that I condemn him?"
All at once she rapidly adjusted her disordered garments, dropped the folds of her skirt, which had been pushed up as she dragged herself along, almost to the height of her knee, and stepped towards the door, saying to the soldiers in a low voice, and with a friendly nod: "Children, Monsieur l'Inspecteur has said that I am to be released, and I am going."
At the edge of the city a man spoke into the telephone in the office of a small plastics factory. "The cat is ready," he said. In Paris, a phone rang. The man who answered noted in the log that his overseas call had gone through at exactly 9:15 p.m. He picked up the phone and spoke crisply. "Monsieur l'Inspecteur? ... Bien. This is Interpol. We have a relay for you from the United States.
The coachman humbly represented to "monsieur l'Inspecteur," that the Utrecht velvet of his carriage was all spotted with the blood of the assassinated man, and with mire from the assassin. That is the way he understood it. He added that an indemnity was due him.
The latter, however, seemed now to be glued to his chair, and: "Oh, I see," he said; "and now there's another point: Have you any idea what took Colonel Menendez out into the grounds last night?" Madame de Staemer lowered her hands and gazed across at the speaker. "What is that, Monsieur l'inspecteur?" "Well, you don't think he might have gone out to talk to someone?" "To someone?
'I have no reason to be ashamed of my poverty, monsieur l'inspecteur general. I frankly admit, I possess nothing; my means are limited to my modest salary. A frown greets my answer; and I hear, spoken in an undertone, as though my confessor were talking to himself: 'That's sad, that's really very sad.
The doctor says the wound is mortal; I must remain in charge until all is over; but I don't want a body-guard, and if your ladyship's politeness will permit me. I will dismiss all these men and see them out." "Do so, if you please, Monsieur l'Inspecteur. Oh, this is too horrible!" said the abbess. While she was yet speaking, the surgeon also re-entered the refectory.
Monsieur l'Inspecteur Principal: Finding that I had a little time to spare at the end of the day, I have succeeded in collecting a few additional particulars which are sure to interest you. Arsene Lupin has been living in Paris for twelve months under the name of Etienne de Vaudreix. It is a name which you will often come across in the society notes or the sporting columns of the newspapers.
Monsieur l'Inspecteur des Beaux-Arts, who had confidently expected to show his Highness all over the Exhibition, and to earn thereby the pretty little red and green ribbon of the Order of Nicham-Iftikhar, never knew the secret of that sudden flight.
I cannot leave my patient, or I would take it myself; but Monsieur l'Inspecteur, perhaps you can provide me with a messenger to carry this to L'Ange," said the surgeon. "Certainly," agreed Mr. Setter, taking the written message and reading it. "But you have directed this to Hereward House, Piccadilly, London?" "I wrote it at the dictation of my patient." "He is mistaken.
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