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He had already risen from his chair and stood apologizing: "Monsieur le Préfet, I have disturbed you unnecessarily, but I wanted to know.... I was hoping that Inspector Vérot might have escaped.... His evidence, joined to mine, would have been invaluable. But perhaps he was able to tell you?" "No, he spoke of this evening of to-night " Hippolyte Fauville started. "This evening!
The reason for this murder is the fact that justice had for a long time been on the traces of these clever criminals." And again, on the margin, the magistrate pointed to this note written by the Prefet himself: "This is the fact to my personal knowledge; and I also know that the Sieur Lucien de Rubempre has disgracefully tricked the Comte de Serizy and the Public Prosecutor."
It is he whom I accuse, Monsieur le Préfet. "I accuse him at the very least of that part of the crimes and felonies which cannot be attributed to Hippolyte Fauville. I accuse him of breaking open the drawer of the desk in which Maître Lepertuis, Cosmo Mornington's solicitor, had put his client's will.
One of the subjects debated was the audacious theme, 'Resolved, that in the interests of Canada the French Kings should have permitted Huguenots to settle here. Wilfrid Laurier took the affirmative and urged his points strongly, but the scandalized préfet d'études intervened, and there was no more debating at L'Assomption.
The Three Days were the mode of the moment, the Count de Passy became an enthusiastic Orleanist. Louis Philippe was very gracious to him. He was decorated; he was named prefet of his department; he was created senator; he was about to be sent Minister to a German Court when Louis Philippe fell. The Republic was proclaimed.
"Yes, Monsieur le Préfet." "And evidently you are also ignorant of how far they concern you?" "They do not concern me, Monsieur le Préfet." M. Desmalions smiled and, looking into Florence's eyes, said, plainly: "According to the letter that accompanies them, they concern you intimately.
"Well, then, this is the truth," said Peyrade, with a glance at his Cerberus' red eyes. The sham lawyer's face remained expressionless, impassible; he was doing his business, all truths were the same to him, he looked as though he suspected the Prefet of some caprice. Prefets have their little tantrums.
A feeling of indescribable relief stole over Vanderlyn's wearied and yet alert senses. It was clear that the Prefect of Police knew nothing of the truth; the directness of his question proved it. Yet, even so, Vanderlyn felt that he must steer his way very warily. "You are in error," he said at last, "for you credit me, Monsieur le Préfet, with a knowledge I do not possess."
"But do explain yourself, Monsieur!" cried M. Desmalions, with a gesture of irritation. "If you have important things to tell us, why delay?" "It is better, Monsieur le Préfet, that you should arrive at the truth in the same way as I did.
Monsieur le Préfet, with a little nod of satisfaction, put on his glasses again, went over to the table, took out a printed form from a certain drawer, dipped a pen in the ink, and said:
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