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The man in the slouch hat now did the talking, and explained to May as the detectives could tell by his gestures that the mansion to which the garden belonged had its front entrance in the Rue de Grenelle. "Bah!" growled Lecoq, "how much further will they carry this nonsense?" They carried it farther than the young detective had ever imagined.
Nor could any one indicate, even vaguely, the abode of the Widow Chupin's daughter-in-law. On the other hand, however, Lecoq met a number of his colleagues, who laughed and jeered at him unmercifully. "Ah! you are a shrewd fellow!" they said, "it seems that you have just made a wonderful discovery, and it's said you are going to be decorated with the Legion of Honor."
"In the Rue Saint-Quentin." "Which saw the other first?" "May." "What did the woman say? Did you hear any cry of surprise?" "I heard nothing, for I was quite fifty yards off; but by the woman's manner I could see she was stupefied." Ah! if Lecoq could have witnessed the scene, what valuable deductions he might have drawn from it. "Did they talk for a long time?" he asked.
As he spoke, the murderer extended his arm toward Lecoq, and then, in a tone of crushing scorn, he added: "A man must have great confidence in himself, or a wild longing for advancement, to try and get a man guillotined on such evidence as that!"
From this simple experiment Lecoq deduced that two people were present when the safe was robbed; one wanted to take the money, the other wanted to prevent it being taken. This was the basis of the case which he set out to draw up against some person or persons unknown. He argued, with his usual clear logic, that neither Fauvel nor Bertomy could have robbed the safe.
I will send for a cab: for we must make haste if I am to see the public prosecutor to-day." Less than a quarter of an hour afterward M. Segmuller, who usually spent considerable time over his toilet, was dressed and ready to start. He and Lecoq were just getting into the cab that had been summoned when a footman in a stylish livery was seen approaching. "Ah!
There was no fear of their doing so, however, on the morrow of the tragedy at Poivriere, for the mysterious murderer whose identity Lecoq was trying to establish had furnished three victims for their delectation.
"I wish to speak to the magistrate." "Very well. He shall be informed." "Immediately, if you please. I have a revelation to make." "He shall be sent for immediately." Lecoq waited to hear no more. He tore down the narrow staircase leading from the loft, and rushed to the Palais de Justice to acquaint M. Segmuller with what had happened.
"Don't let us encourage a hope which may be disappointed," he resumed. "I have but one means of keeping a criminal like Tremorel out of the courts; will it succeed?" "Yes, yes. If you wish it, it will!" M. Lecoq could not help smiling at the old man's faith. "I am certainly a clever detective," said he. "But I am only a man after all, and I can't answer for the actions of another man.
Lecoq at once stationed himself under a gateway on the opposite side of the street, and pretended to be busily engaged lighting a cigarette. The criminal being momentarily out of sight, Father Absinthe thought he could approach without danger. "Ah, well," said he, "there's our man changing his fine clothes for coarser garments. He will ask for the difference in money; and they will give it him.
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