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Justice must not be kept in ignorance of your intention of following up this affair. M. Patrigent will tell you to watch Prosper; you will reply that you will not lose sight of him. I myself will answer for his being in safe-keeping." "Suppose he asks me about Gypsy?" M. Lecoq hesitated for a moment.
The man in gold spectacles burst out laughing, and clapped his hands with glee. "What, dear sir," said he, "don't you know me? Look at me well it is I Monsieur Lecoq!" And to convince him, he took off his spectacles. Those might, indeed, be Lecoq's eyes, and that his voice; M. Plantat was confounded. "I never should have recognized you," said he.
At these last words Andre turned round, but the door closed, and he heard the key grate in the lock. He passed through the outer office, where the superintendent, his two clerks, and his late adversary all seemed to gaze upon him with a glance of admiration and esteem. He gained the open street. What did those last words of Lecoq mean?
"It seems to me that I have heard the name, but I can't remember where." "He is an extraordinary man!" exclaimed Lecoq. "He was formerly a clerk at the Mont de Piete," added Gevrol; "but he is now a rich old fellow, whose real name is Tabaret. He goes in for playing the detective by way of amusement." "And to augment his revenues," insinuated the commissary. "He?" cried Lecoq. "No danger of that.
If, on the other hand, I am wrong " M. Lecoq paused. He seemed to have heard some unexpected noise in the garden. "But I am not wrong. I have still another charge against the count, of which I haven't spoken, but which seems to be conclusive." "Oh," cried the doctor, "what now?" "Two certainties are better than one, and I always doubt.
Lecoq smiled at this simplicity, but the other did not see him do so. "It is rather difficult for me to answer that question," replied the young detective, "I think, however, that the woman was explaining to the man the immensity and imminence of the danger that threatened his companion, and that they were trying to devise some means to rescue him from it.
At last, however, the coquettish landlady made her appearance as radiant as a spring morning. She probably wished to make up for the time she had spent over her toilet, for as she turned the corner she began to run. Lecoq waited till she was out of sight, and then bounding from his place of concealment, he burst into the Hotel de Mariembourg like a bombshell.
When they rang, she advanced to meet them in the ante-chamber, and greeted M. Lecoq graciously and smilingly. She conducted them into her drawing-room, invited them to sit in her best arm-chairs, and pressed some refreshments upon them. "I see, dear Madame," began M. Lecoq, "that you have received my little note." "Yes, Monsieur Lecoq, early this morning; I was not up." "Very good.
He blushed, this veteran, as if he had been a schoolgirl, and raising his hands toward heaven, he exclaimed: "Ah, you wretch! didn't I tell you so?" "Why! what is the matter with you?" inquired Lecoq. Father Absinthe made no reply. Approaching a looking-glass that hung against the wall, he surveyed himself reproachfully and began to heap cruel insults upon the reflection of his features.
"Eh! no, not bravo yet," returned M. Lecoq. "For here my thread is broken; I have reached a gap. If my deductions were sound, this hatchet would have been very carefully placed on the floor." "Once more, bravo," added the other, "for this does not at all affect our general theory. It is clear, nay certain, that the assassins intended to act as you say. An unlooked-for event interrupted them."
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