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He had served for many years, and yet he could not repress a gesture of horror as he entered the Poivriere. The sergeant-major of the 53d, who followed him, an old soldier, decorated and medaled who had smelt powder many scores of times was still more overcome. He grew as pale as the corpses lying on the ground, and was obliged to lean against the wall for support.
"Ah, well! it seems to me I may, of course, be mistaken but I fancy that appearances are deceitful, and Yes, I suspect something." "Bah! explain yourself, please." "How can you explain the dog's faculty of scent?" Gevrol shrugged his shoulders. "In short," he replied, "you scent a melodrama here a rendezvous of gentlemen in disguise, here at the Poivriere, at Mother Chupin's house.
And he started across the open space in the direction of the Poivriere. Gloom and silence prevailed on every side, and were made still more oppressive by a chill fog that heralded an approaching thaw. Martial stumbled and slipped at almost every step upon the rough, snow-covered ground. It was not long before he could distinguish a dark mass in the midst of the fog. It was the Poivriere.
Evidently against you; and yet you pretend that you had only arrived in Paris that evening, and that mere chance brought you to the Poivriere. Can you reconcile such conflicting statements?" The prisoner had the hardihood to shrug his shoulders disdainfully. "I see the matter in an entirely different light," said he.
"If he says this," thought the young detective, "it must indeed be so." This discretion made a great impression on old Tabaret, and increased the esteem he had conceived for Lecoq. "The first time that you were lacking in discretion," said he, "was when you tried to discover the owner of the diamond earring found at the Poivriere." "I made every effort to discover the last owner."
The terror of the situation, the vileness of the den, the horror of the scandal, the thought of safety, inspired her with marvelous energy. But her strength, as often happens with delicate and nervous women, lasted only a few seconds. She was not half-way from the Poivriere when her speed relaxed, her limbs trembled. Ten steps farther on she tottered and almost fell.
"Has the Widow Chupin been brought here, in compliance with my orders?" asked M. Segmuller. "Yes, sir; she is in the gallery outside." "Let her come in then." An instant later the hostess of the Poivriere entered the room, bowing to the right and to the left. This was not her first appearance before a magistrate, and she was not ignorant of the respect that is due to justice.
One morning there came to him I don't know whence or how enough money for him to have lived like a gentleman. I believe it was a munificent reward for some service he had rendered a great nobleman at the time when my grandmother, who is now dead, kept a dramshop called the Poivriere. Any other man would have treasured that money, but not he.
If you arrived in Paris at four o'clock in the afternoon, how did it happen that by midnight of the same day you had discovered the Poivriere, which is merely frequented by suspicious characters, and is situated in such a lonely spot that it would be impossible to find it at night-time, if one were not familiar with the surrounding localities?
In addition, it would also be advisable to summon, with the least possible delay, some of the people residing in the vicinity of the Poivriere; together with some of Polyte's habitual companions, and the landlord of the Rainbow, where the victims and the murderer had apparently passed the evening of the crime.
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