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Updated: June 18, 2025
And here comes M. George Besson, with an essay and an album of photographs, to show us a few works which, surpassing anything of which we had supposed him capable, emerge triumphantly from that stream of clever variations on a theme which Marquet has made only too much his own.
That was why Monsieur de Marquet controlled himself and joined his compliments with those of Monsieur Dax. As for Monsieur Rouletabille, he simply shrugged his shoulders and said: "There's nothing at all in that!" I should have liked to box his ears, especially when he added: "You will do well, Monsieur, to ask Monsieur Stangerson who usually kept that key?"
"Monsieur Darzac," insisted Monsieur de Marquet, "can you tell me how you employed your time, that night?" Monsieur Darzac opened his eyes. He seemed to have recovered his self-control. "No, Monsieur." "Think, Monsieur! For, if you persist in your strange refusal, I shall be under the painful necessity of keeping you at my disposition." "I refuse."
Monsieur Dax coughed, as did Monsieur de Marquet. Both were evidently embarrassed. "You understand, Monsieur Stangerson," he said, "that in an affair so perplexing as this, we cannot neglect anything; we must know all, even the smallest and seemingly most futile thing concerning the victim information apparently the most insignificant. Why do you doubt that this marriage will take place?
Monsieur de Marquet had had the walls laid entirely bare; that is to say, he had had them stripped of the paper which had decorated them. Blows with a pick, here and there, satisfied us of the absence of any sort of opening. The floor and the ceiling were thoroughly sounded. We found nothing. There was nothing to be found.
The door of the drawing-room was then opened and we heard the magistrate calling to the gendarme who entered. Presently he came out, mounted the stairs and, coming back shortly, went in to the magistrate and said: "Monsieur, Monsieur Robert Darzac will not come!" "What! Not come!" cried Monsieur de Marquet. "He says he cannot leave Mademoiselle Stangerson in her present state."
Then sent he to learn concerning that business, and found by true information that his men had taken violently some cakes from Picrochole's people, and that Marquet's head was broken with a slacky or short cudgel; that, nevertheless, all was well paid, and that the said Marquet had first hurt Forgier with a stroke of his whip athwart the legs.
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