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Updated: June 25, 2025
And then I shouted and roared to make my voice carry; and, all the time, I was in pain. And then, at last, my string broke.... And then and then I hadn't an ounce of strength left in my body. Besides, you fellows had been warned; and it was for you to get yourselves out of the mess." He looked at Mazeroux and asked him, as though certain of the reply: "The explosion took place, didn't it?"
With a blow of his left fist he knocked the ticket collector down; with a blow of his right he sent Mazeroux spinning; and shaking off the porters and the station-master, he rushed along the platform to the luggage-room, where he took flying leaps over several batches of trunks, packing-cases, and portmanteaux.
He did so briefly, after the manner of a succinct report limited to essentials: "Three months before the crime, M. Fauville wrote a series of letters to one of his friends, M. Langernault, who, as Sergeant Mazeroux will have told you, Monsieur le Préfet, had been dead for several years, a fact of which M. Fauville cannot have been ignorant.
Perenna looked at him without anger, with a glance of affectionate sympathy; and it was an absorbing sight for him to see his former companion dominated by such a sense of discipline and duty. Nothing was able to prevail against that sense, not even the fierce admiration, the almost animal attachment which Mazeroux retained for his master. "I'm not angry, Mazeroux. In fact, I approve.
He went along the Avenue de Madrid on foot and turned down the Boulevard Richard-Wallace, opposite the Bois de Boulogne. Mazeroux was waiting for him in front of a small three-storied house standing at the back of a courtyard contained within the very high walls of the adjoining property. "Is this number eight?" "Yes, Chief, but tell me how "
That I say so. 'Oh, well, of course, if you say so! And, at five minutes to three, out they march. Ah, if I wasn't built up of modesty " They came to the Boulevard Suchet, where the crowd was so dense that they had to alight from the car. Mazeroux passed through the cordon of police protecting the approaches to the house and took Don Luis to the slope across the road. "Wait for me here, Chief.
"Sergeant Mazeroux, please tell Silvestre, the manservant, that Monsieur le Préfet wishes to see him." Upon a sign from M. Desmalions, Mazeroux went out. Don Luis explained his motive. "Monsieur le Préfet, whereas the discovery of the turquoise constitutes in your eyes an extremely serious proof against me, to me it is a revelation of the highest importance. I will tell you why.
At the same moment he lost his balance and was pulled off by the furious ticket collector and by Mazeroux, who bellowed: "Why, you're mad, Chief! you'll kill yourself!" "Let go, you ass!" roared Don Luis. "It's they! Let me be, can't you!" The carriages filed past. He tried to jump on to another footboard.
The orders had been relaxed and sightseers were allowed to come nearer, though they were still kept at a distance from the pavement. Mazeroux said: "It is a good thing that the explosion is due in ten days' time and not to-night, Monsieur le Préfet; otherwise, all those good people would be in danger as well as ourselves."
"Then they had keys to the locks and bolts?" "False keys, yes." "But the policemen watching the house outside?" "They are still watching it, as that sort watch a house, walking from point to point without thinking that people can slip into a garden while they have their backs turned. That's what took place in coming and going." Sergeant Mazeroux seemed flabbergasted.
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