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Updated: June 25, 2025
All you have to do is to go to the garret above my bedroom and press on a nail to the right of the window. It is an apparently useless nail, but it controls a hiding-place outside, under the slates of the roof, along the gutter." He moved away between the two men. The Prefect called them back. "One second. Mazeroux, go up to the garret and bring me the letters."
Don Luis heard the news from Mazeroux, who came to tell him of it before eight o'clock the next morning, just as he was getting out of bed. The sergeant had a travelling bag in his hand and was on his way to catch a train. Don Luis was greatly upset. "Is she dead?" he exclaimed. "No. It seems that she has had one more let-off. But what's the good?" "How do you mean, what's the good?"
Perhaps they have arrested her? She, she in prison!" He raised his clenched fists in a threatening manner against all the unknown enemies by whom he was surrounded, against those who were persecuting him, those who had murdered Hippolyte Fauville and delivered Marie Fauville to the police. Mazeroux and Chief Inspector Ancenis took hold of him roughly.
Some one appeared, and the light of a street lamp fell full on his face. "Dash it all," muttered Mazeroux, "it's he!" "I believe you're right." "It's he. Chief. Look at the black stick and the bright handle. And did you see the eyeglasses and the beard? What a oner you are, Chief!" "Calm yourself and let's go after him."
In short, as Mazeroux said, everybody was groping in the dark, so much so that the Prefect, who was called upon by the will to assemble the Mornington heirs at a date not less than three nor more than four months after the testator's decease, suddenly decided that the meeting should take place in the course of the following week and fixed it for the ninth of June.
As long as there was nothing to do I was waiting for this evening and resting, for I can see that the fight will be tremendous. But, as the enemy has blundered at last, as he's given me a trail to go upon, there's no need to wait, and I'll get ahead of him. Have at the tiger, Mazeroux!"
"That's it," said Mazeroux to Don Luis. "As you suspected, one letter has been substituted for the other." The description given by the waiter was pretty explicit: a tall man, with a slight stoop, wearing a reddish-brown beard cut into a point, a tortoise-shell eyeglass with a black silk ribbon, and an ebony walking-stick with a handle shaped like a swan's head.
Here he was overcome with anxiety, for, after turning on the light, the first glance revealed nothing to his eyes. "Chief!" he cried, repeatedly. "Where are you, Chief?" No answer. "And yet," thought Mazeroux, "as he telephoned, he can't be far away."
"Yes, Monsieur le Préfet; Sergeant Mazeroux is here." "Please have him shown in." And, turning to Perenna: "Sergeant Mazeroux is one of our smartest detectives. I used to employ him together with that poor Vérot when I wanted any one more than ordinarily active and sharp. He will be of great use to you." Sergeant Mazeroux entered.
Returning to his study, he at once rang up Mazeroux and, lowering his voice so as not to let it reach the next room, he said: "Is that you, Mazeroux?" "Yes." "Has the Prefect placed you at my disposal?" "Yes." "Well, tell him that I have sacked all my servants and that I have given you their names and instructed you to have an active watch kept on them.
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