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And, as the danger of opposing him was felt to be greater than that of yielding, it resulted that M. Paul had his way, Pougeot came to his bedside and stayed an hour two hours, until the doctor absolutely ordered him away; but, after luncheon, the detective took the bit in his teeth and told the doctor plainly that, with or without permission, he was going to do his work.
As M. Pougeot mounted to the first floor he was met at the head of the stairs by a little yellow-bearded man, with luminous dark eyes, who came toward him, hand extended. "Ah, Dr. Joubert!" said the commissary. The doctor nodded nervously. "It's a singular case," he whispered, "a very singular case." At the same moment a door opened and Gibelin appeared.
Pougeot could not even see him now, and the doctor would make no promise as to how soon it would be safe to mention the case to him. Perhaps not for weeks! For weeks! And, meantime, Lloyd Kittredge had been placed on trial for the murder of Martinez and the evidence seemed overwhelmingly against him; in fact, the general opinion was that the young American would be found guilty.
The stone was dug up near Smyrna, where it had lain for fourteen hundred years. It's a talisman. You'll listen to anyone who brings you this ring, old friend? Eh?" Pougeot grasped M. Paul's hand and wrung it affectionately. "And honor his request to the half of my kingdom," he laughed, but his eyes were moist.
"Did she try to interpret this dream?" "No." "Why did she tell you about it?" "She acted on a sudden impulse, so she says. I'm inclined to believe her; but never mind that. Pougeot," he rose in agitation and stood leaning over his friend, "in that forest scene she brought up something that isn't known, something I've never even told you, my best friend." "Tiens! What is that?"
M. Pougeot paused at the turn of the corridor to ask some question, but he was interrupted by a burst of singing on the left, a roaring chorus of hilarity. "It's a banquet party," explained the doctor, "a lot of Americans. They don't know what has happened." "Hah!" reflected the other. "Just across the corridor, too!"
A reprimand at the most, at the most, was called for, and not with you, not with Paul Coquenil." The commissary spoke with deeper feeling than he had shown in years, and then, as if not satisfied with this, he clasped the detective's hand and added heartily: "I'm proud of you, old friend, I honor you." Coquenil looked at Pougeot with an odd little smile.
In the field of his jurisdiction a commissary of police is supreme, taking precedence even over headquarters men." So Gibelin could only withdraw, muttering his resentment, while Pougeot proceeded with his duties.
"Enfin!" sighed Pougeot, when they were finally settled in Tignol's room, which they reached after infinite precautions, for M. Paul seemed to imagine that all Paris was in a conspiracy to follow them. "I've been watched every minute since I started on this case," he said thoughtfully.
"Marvelous!" muttered Hauteville. "I had a small searchlight lantern to help me. That was one of the things I took from my desk," he added to Pougeot. "And these pieces of leather with the name and address, you have them?" continued the chief. "I have them." "With you?" "Yes." "May I see them?" "Certainly. If you will promise to respect them as my personal property?" Simon hesitated.
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