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Updated: June 25, 2025
A group consisting of Deputy Chief Detective Weber, Chief Inspector Ancenis, Sergeant Mazeroux, three inspectors, and the Neuilly commissary of police stood outside the gate of No. 8 Boulevard Richard-Wallace. "It's time to make a move," said Weber. "The housekeeper is making signals to us from the window: the joker's dressing." "Why not nab him when he comes out?" objected Mazeroux.
"We shall avenge them, eh, Mazeroux?" "Rather, Chief! Twice over!" "Once will do, Mazeroux. But it shall be done with a will." "That I swear it shall!" "You're right; let's swear. Let us swear that this dead pair shall be avenged. Let us swear not to lay down our arms until the murderers of Hippolyte Fauville and his son are punished as they deserve." "I swear it as I hope to be saved, Chief."
Besides, Damigni had its own post-office, though the presumption was that M. Langernault had his letters addressed poste restante at Alençon. Don Luis and Mazeroux went on to the village of Damigni. Here again the postmaster knew no one of the name of Langernault; and this in spite of the fact that Damigni contained only about a thousand inhabitants.
He felt a bitter and painful need to hurt the odious creature. But on reaching the Place du Palais-Bourbon he pulled up short. His practised eye had counted at a glance, on the right and left, a half-dozen men whose professional look there was no mistaking. And Mazeroux, who had caught sight of him, had spun round on his heel and was hiding under a gateway. He called him: "Mazeroux!"
Had Perenna been able to doubt that a trap was being laid for him, a glance at Mazeroux would have told him all about it. Mazeroux was ashen gray. Meanwhile, M. Desmalions continued: "You have taken part in inquiries, Monsieur, in police inquiries. Therefore, in putting my next question to you, I consider that I am addressing it to a tried detective."
And I say to myself ... I say to myself ... I say to myself, Mazeroux, that this is a devilish mysterious little hole and that this house Hush! Listen " He pushed Mazeroux into a dark corner. They had heard a noise, the slamming of a door. Footsteps crossed the courtyard in front of the house. The lock of the outer gate grated.
Isn't it as clear as daylight that Florence had a hand in it, as well as in all the rest? "Wasn't it in her room, in a volume of Shakespeare, that documents were found relating to M. Fauville's arrangements about the letters and the explosion? And then " Mazeroux interrupted himself, frightened by the look in Don Luis's eyes and realizing that the chief was fonder of the girl then ever.
"Lend me a hand, please," he said to Mazeroux. Mazeroux went up the steps; and between them they took hold of the chandelier and let it slide down the uprights. The detectives caught it and placed it on the table with some difficulty, for it was much heavier than it looked.
Fauville of putting the turquoise in the safe." M. Desmalions asked: "Will you let me see the necklace, Madame?" "Certainly. It is with my other jewels, in my wardrobe. I will go for it." "Pray don't trouble, Madame. Does your maid know the necklace?" "Quite well." "In that case, Sergeant Mazeroux will tell her what is wanted."
"Oho!" said the deputy chief, in a bantering tone. "Her lover!" "Yes; and when Sergeant Mazeroux brought Florence Levasseur to my room, to question her out of hearing of the servants, Sauverand, foreseeing the arrest of his mistress, had the audacity to join us. He tried to rescue her from our hands." "And you checkmated him?" "Yes."
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