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Updated: May 24, 2025
At the moment when chance informed Don Luis that old Langernault had probably died by foul play, at the moment when chance, by leading him to Hanged Man's Barn, as he christened it, brought him into the presence of two skeletons, Florence appeared as a murderous vision, as an evil genius who was seen wherever death had passed with its trail of blood and corpses.
Can one conceive that they have been here since the death of old Langernault, since the government has taken possession of the estate and made it impossible for anybody to walk in?" He paused to reflect. "Anybody? I don't know about that, considering that I saw footprints in the garden, and that a woman has been there this very day!"
We sought for a clue, a glimmer of light in the darkness.... Well, yesterday morning, Florence saw Sergeant Mazeroux arrive. She could not overhear what he said to you, but she caught the name of a certain Langernault and the name of Damigni, the village where Langernault lived. She remembered that old friend of Hippolyte Fauville's.
"What are you saying, Chief? Have you guessed anything? Are you beginning to understand?" "Yes, very vaguely, but, all the same, the really unnatural accuracy of those letters just seems to me a sign " He reflected for a moment and continued: "Have they reexamined the erased addresses of the three letters?" "Yes; and they managed to make out the name of Langernault."
It represents the last minutes of your life reduced to ashes. Keep your eyes on it, Florence, and think. "I want you to understand this: all the owners of the estate, and old Langernault in particular, have always considered that the heap of rocks and stones overhanging your head was bound to fall to pieces sooner or later.
He was the only friend that she had known her husband to possess, or at any rate the only one whom he would have called, 'My dear fellow, or, 'My dear friend, This M. Langernault could do no more than prove her innocence and explain the terrible misunderstanding of which she was the victim."
Well, what about this apple, madam, this apple which you did not bite into and which all the same will be found to bear the marks of your teeth? What fun! Dance! Jump! Skip! "And the letters! The trick of my letters to the late lamented Langernault! That was my crowning triumph. Oh, the joy of it, when I invented and constructed my little mechanical toy! Wasn't it nicely thought out?
"Where does this Langernault live?" "According to Mme. Fauville, at the village of Damigni, in the Orme." "Have they deciphered the word Damigni on one of the letters?" "No, but they have the name of the nearest town." "What town is that?" "Alençon." "And is that where you're going?" "Yes, the Prefect of Police told me to go straightaway. I shall take the train at the Invalides."
If you don't deliver me I shall kill her as I killed Dolores or else they will kill me or Oh, I don't know all the ideas that are driving me wild ! "You see, there's another man," he explained. "There's Sauverand, whom she loves. Oh, the infamous pair! They have killed Fauville and the boy and old Langernault and those two in the barn and others besides: Cosmo Mornington, Vérot, and more still.
Who could have intercepted, on Fauville's behalf, the letters of accusation which Fauville was supposed to write to his old friend Langernault, except some one in the village or some one who had lived in the village? And now everything was clear. It was the nameless scoundrel who had started his career of crime by killing old Langernault and then the Dedessuslamare couple.
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