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Updated: May 19, 2025
"If I take our friend Perenna's advice at all, I may as well take it thoroughly!" "There is only two minutes left." "Our friend Perenna spoke of three o'clock, not of two minutes to three. So " He crossed the boulevard, accompanied by his secretary general, the chief detective, and Mazeroux, and clambered up the slope of the fortifications opposite the house.
Don Luis Perenna went with Mazeroux to the commissary's office at Passy, where Mazeroux, on Perenna's instructions, gave his name and asked to have M. Fauville's house watched during the night by two policemen who were to arrest any suspicious person trying to obtain admission. The commissary agreed to the request. Don Luis and Mazeroux next dined in the neighbourhood.
"There we are," said Perenna to himself. "There's the trap. It's clear that they've found something in the safe, and next, that they imagine that this something belongs to me. Good! But, in that case, we must presume, as I have not touched the safe, that the thing was taken from me and put in the safe to compromise me.
"Don Luis Perenna, I believe?" said the Prefect, offering his hand to a man of middle height and rather slender build, wearing the military medal and the red ribbon of the Legion of Honour.
And Maître Lepertais and Perenna, having fixed an appointment for the payment of the legacy, were themselves on the point of leaving, when M. Desmalions entered briskly. "Ah, so you're still here, Don Luis Perenna! I'm glad of that. I have an idea: those three letters which you say you made out on the writing-table, are you sure they form the syllable Fau?" "I think so, Monsieur le Préfet.
"Look, Monsieur," he said to Perenna. And he handed him the card. Hippolyte Fauville, Civil Engineer. 14 bis Boulevard Suchet. "Come," said M. Desmalions, "chance is favouring us. If this M. Fauville is one of the Roussel heirs, our task becomes very much easier."
Save her!... I did not know, I do not yet know the best thing to be done! Save her from prison and death, save her, for God's sake, save her!" Tears flowed down his anguish-stricken face. Florence also was crying, bowed down with sorrow. And Perenna suddenly felt the most terrible dread steal over him.
Meanwhile, Fauville went up the winding staircase, and, going along the gallery, reached the room where his son lay in bed. "He's fast asleep," he said to Perenna, who had joined him. The bedroom was a small one. The air was admitted by a special system of ventilation, for the dormer window was hermetically closed by a wooden shutter tightly nailed down.
This gentleman, who knows the case from end to end, will explain all that is necessary. You will work with him and report to me to-morrow morning." This meant giving a free hand to Don Luis Perenna and relying on his power of initiative and his perspicacity. Don Luis bowed: "I thank you, Monsieur le Préfet.
At the very least, it was a confession of her inability to supply the plausible explanation which would have put an end to the discussion. The Prefect of Police moved away from her and spoke in a low voice to the examining magistrate and the public prosecutor. Perenna and Sergeant Mazeroux were left alone together, side by side. Mazeroux whispered: "What did I tell you? I knew you would find out!
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