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Updated: May 19, 2025
This, together with numberless other feats of bravado, went to make up the heroic legend of Perenna.
"I thought so. But no ... no!" "It's easy to make sure," said Perenna, putting out his hand for the water bottle. She was quicker than he, seized it and, with one blow, broke it against the table. "What are you doing?" he said angrily. "I made a mistake. And so there is no need to attach any importance " Don Luis hurriedly left the dining-room.
At two o'clock in the morning a car stopped outside the house, and one of the manservants, who must have been waiting in the kitchen, hastened to the front door. Perenna switched off the light in the passage, and, drawing the curtain slightly aside, saw Mme. Fauville enter, followed by Silvestre. She went up. The lights on the staircase were put out.
"In other words, Monsieur le Préfet," said Perenna, replying directly to the attack, "in other words, circumstances having brought about that you authorized me to spend the night here, you would like to know if my evidence corresponds at all points with that of Sergeant Mazeroux?" "Yes." "Meaning that the part played by myself strikes you as suspicious?" M. Desmalions hesitated.
And yet I saw plenty of fine fellows over there, the sort of demons whom you only find in the Legion and who will get themselves cut to bits for the sheer pleasure of the thing, for the lark of it, as they say, just to astonish one another. "But not one of them came anywhere near Perenna.
"Of course they did; and they knew plenty of other things besides. We've not seen the end of it with those fellows. There's no time to lose. Ring up!" Mazeroux did so and soon received the answer that M. Desmalions was coming to the telephone. He waited. In a few minutes Perenna, who had been walking up and down, examining different objects in the room, came and sat down beside Mazeroux.
He was suggesting to Don Luis Perenna one of those compacts which the police are often obliged to conclude in order to gain their ends. The compact was concluded, and no more was said upon the subject. "Do you want any particulars of me?" asked the Prefect of Police. "Yes, Monsieur le Préfet. The papers spoke of a notebook found in poor Inspector Vérot's pocket.
Or people from the outside? In that case, how could they get in? The whole question lies in that." "To-morrow, to-morrow," replied Fauville, obstinately. "I will explain everything to-morrow " "Why not to-night?" Perenna persisted. "Because I want proofs, I tell you; because the mere fact of my talking may have terrible consequences and I am frightened; yes, I'm frightened "
It is necessary, therefore, that all of you should know what there is to know of the personality of the legatee. Consequently, I propose to continue ..." "In that case, Monsieur le Préfet," said Perenna, rising and making for the door, "you will allow me ..." "Right about turn! Halt! ... Eyes front!" commanded Major d'Astrignac in a jesting tone.
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.
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