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He quickly drew his legs after him and the stone swung back as slowly as before, not, however, without sending down a quantity of small stones, crumbling from the wall and half covering his legs. "Well, well!" he chuckled. "Can Providence be siding with virtue and righteousness?" He heard Mazeroux's voice saying: "Nobody! And here's the end of the passage.
Oh, what a man you are! The way you managed!" He was beaming at the thought that the chief was clear of the matter and that he had no more crows to pluck with his, Mazeroux's, superiors, whom he revered almost as much as he did the chief. Everybody was now agreed; they were "friends all round"; and Mazeroux was choking with delight. "They'll lock her up, eh?" "No," said Perenna.
"And another idea came to my mind, an earlier idea which had already struck me several times and to which I have already referred in Sergeant Mazeroux's presence: I mean the really mathematical character of the appearance of the letters.
It was Florence Levasseur. Don Luis was for one moment amazed. Florence Levasseur here! Florence, whom he had left in the train under Mazeroux's supervision and for whom it was physically impossible to be back in Paris before eight o'clock in the evening! Then, despite his bewilderment, he at once understood.
"That was why Sergeant Mazeroux's visit and mine to his house, at nine o'clock in the evening, embarrassed him so obviously. Who were those intruders? Would they not succeed in shattering his plan? Reflection reassured him, even as we, by our insistence, compelled him to give way." "After all, what he did care?" asked Perenna.
"Well, you see, I couldn't help it.... M. Desmalions, the magistrate " If the Place du Palais Bourbon had been deserted at that moment, Don Luis would certainly have relieved himself by a swinging blow administered to Mazeroux's chin according to the most scientific rules of the noble art.
If he's tried to get out on that side, he's caught." "We've only got to knock," said Mazeroux. "Our men will find the trapdoor and let us out. If not, we will break it down." More blows echoed down the passage. Fifteen or twenty minutes after, the trapdoor gave way, and other voices now mingled with Weber's and Mazeroux's.
"In the absence of compulsion, of catching him in the act, I want something that I haven't got." "What's that?" "A warrant. I haven't a warrant." Mazeroux's accent was so full of conviction, and the answer struck Don Luis Perenna as so comical, that he burst out laughing. "You have no warrant? Poor little chap! Well, I'll soon show you if I need a warrant!"
Was it the same pair of jaws that had left its impress in the pulp of the fruit? Mazeroux returned. M. Desmalions moved briskly toward the sergeant, who showed him the apple which he had found under the ivy. And Perenna at once realized the supreme importance which the Prefect of Police attached to Mazeroux's explanations and to his unexpected discovery.
She was on the point of replying, but once more controlled her feelings. That day Don Luis was on his guard. He lunched and dined out and arranged with Mazeroux to have the Place du Palais-Bourbon watched. Mlle. Levasseur did not leave the house during the afternoon. In the evening Don Luis ordered Mazeroux's men to follow any one who might go out at that time.
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