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Perrichet, lock the door quietly from the inside. That is right. Now lean your back against it." Hanaud waited until he saw Perrichet's broad back against the door. Then he went down upon his knees, and, tossing the rugs here and there, examined with the minutest care the inlaid floor. By the side of the bed a Persian mat of blue silk was spread. This in its turn he moved quickly aside.
"Because, monsieur, I saw that car at four o'clock this morning at the corner of the road not fifty yards from the Villa Rose." "What!" cried Ricardo. "You saw it!" exclaimed Wethermill. Upon their faces was reflected now the stupefaction of Perrichet. "But you must have made a mistake," said the Commissaire. "No, no, monsieur," Perrichet insisted. "It was that car. It was that number.
"The gate is open at eleven, and Perrichet closes it. It is open again at twelve. Therefore the murderers had not gone before eleven. No; the gate was open for them to go, but they had not gone. Else why should the gate again be open at midnight?" Besnard nodded in assent, and suddenly Perrichet started forward, with his eyes full of horror.
"There is a pearl necklace missing," he said. "A valuable necklace, from the description in the list and some rings. She must have been wearing them;" and he sat back upon his heels. "We will send the intelligent Perrichet for a bag," he said, "and we will counsel the intelligent Perrichet not to breathe a word to any living soul of what he has seen in this room.
"Those," said Hanaud, "are the footsteps of my intelligent friend, Perrichet, who was careful not to disturb the ground." Perrichet beamed all over his rosy face, and Besnard nodded at him with condescending approval. "But I wish, M. le Commissaire" and Hanaud pointed to a blur of marks "that your other officers had been as intelligent. Look!
I thought of that solitary light burning steadily under the roof. I was convinced that something terrible had happened." "Yes, yes. Quite so," said Hanaud. "Go on, my friend." "The interior of the room gaped black," Perrichet resumed. "I crept up to the window at the side of the wall and dashed my lantern into the room.
They must go, and with one pearl necklace, when they had hoped to reap a great fortune. Oh, but this is interesting yes, I tell you I, who have seen many strange things this is interesting." Perrichet returned with a canvas bag, into which Hanaud placed the jewel-cases. He sealed the bag in the presence of the four men and handed it to Besnard.
The four men, followed by Perrichet, passed out by the door into the hall and mounted the stairs. Celia's room was in the southwest angle of the villa, a bright and airy room, of which one window overlooked the road, and two others, between which stood the dressing-table, the garden. Behind the room a door led into a little white-tiled bathroom.
"Perrichet after all was quite wrong not to hold his tongue. For in that pot of cold cream, as I was sure, were hidden those valuable diamond earrings which Mlle. Celie habitually wore." The two men had reached the square in front of the Etablissement des Bains. Ricardo dropped on to a bench and wiped his forehead. "But I am in a maze," he cried. "My head turns round. I don't know where I am."
Perrichet stood aside, his face crimson, his attitude one of shame. He had been rebuked by the great M. Hanaud, and justly rebuked. He knew it now. He had wished to display his intelligence yes, at all costs he must show how intelligent he was. And he had shown himself a fool. He should have kept silence about that pot of cream.
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