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Prasville thought a number of things, especially that this Nicole was giving proof, to use a vulgar phrase, of the most infernal cheek, of a cheek so great that Prasville felt inclined to ask himself if he was really right in identifying Nicole with Lupin and Lupin with Nicole.
Yes, think, follow the trend of my suppositions: 'As the list is not to be discovered away from Daubrecq, I said to myself, 'it cannot exist away from Daubrecq. And, as it is not to be discovered in the clothes he wears, it must be hidden deeper still, in himself, to speak plainly, in his flesh, under his skin..." "In his eye, perhaps?" suggested Prasville, by way of a joke... "In his eye?
"Are they certain that he has not been inside Daubrecq's house?" "As certain as they can be." "Nor Daubrecq?" "Nor Daubrecq." "Have you seen Prasville?" "Prasville is away on leave.
"On foot?" "Yes." "Have we time?" "Oh, dear, yes!" Prasville and the men from the police-office withdrew, without undue haste, after taking a last glance round the room to make sure that there was nothing to betray their visit. The position was becoming critical for Lupin. He ran the risk of knocking up against Daubrecq, if he went away, or of not being able to get out, if he remained.
Prasville's secretary, who had received his chief's instructions by telephone, showed them into the office and asked them to wait. It was a quarter to five. Prasville came running in at five o'clock exactly and, at once, cried: "Have you the list?" "Yes." "Give it me." He put out his hand. Clarisse, who had risen from her chair, did not stir.
"They were there," said Prasville, "but at a hundred and fifty yards' distance; and Daubrecq was carried off so quickly that they were unable to interfere, although they hastened up as fast as they could." "And did they discover nothing, find nothing?" "Nothing, or hardly anything... Merely this." "What is that?" "A little piece of ivory, which they picked up on the ground.
He felt himself caught in a vise of which no human strength could force the jaws asunder. There was nothing to do but yield. He yielded. "Here, in an hour," repeated M. Nicole. "In an hour," said Prasville, tamely. Nevertheless, in order to know exactly where he stood, he added, "The letters, of course, will be restored to me against Gilbert's pardon?" "No." "How do you mean, no?
They were Prasville's inspectors. "No telegram?" he asked his servant. "No, governor," replied Achille. "No news of the Masher and the Growler?" "No, governor, none." "That's all right," he said to Clarisse, in a casual tone. "It's only seven o'clock and we mustn't reckon on seeing them before eight or nine. Prasville will have to wait, that's all. I will telephone to him to wait."
She gave a strident laugh: "Calm myself!... When, to-morrow morning, Gilbert... Ah, no, no, I am terrified... it's appalling.... Oh, run, you wretch, run! Obtain his pardon!... Don't you understand? Gilbert... Gilbert is my son! My son! My son!" Prasville gave a cry. The blade of a knife flashed in Clarisse's hand and she raised her arm to strike herself. But the movement was not completed.
D'Albufex maintained no relations with him outside the hunt. "It is hardly likely," said Prasville, "that the Duc de Montmaur, an exceedingly wealthy man, who is interested only in his estates and his hunting and takes no part in politics, should lend himself to the illegal detention of Daubrecq the deputy in his chateau."
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