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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Well, if the count gives him ten thousand francs for the transaction the matter will bring him fifty thousand, and well-earned, too." "After all, the count, so they tell me, doesn't like Presles. And then he is so rich, what does it matter what it costs him?" said the inn-keeper. "I have never seen him, myself." "Nor I," said Pere Leger.
"And that is tantamount to saying that in spite of the overwhelming circumstantial evidence, and in spite of the fact that he has run away, Charles Rambert is innocent?" "Charles Rambert is the culprit, sir," Juve replied brightly. "If he were not, whom else could we possibly suspect?" The detective's placidity and his perpetual self-contradictions exasperated M. de Presles.
In vain the Touchards lowered their price; in vain they constructed better coaches and started oftener. Competition still continued, so productive is a line on which are little towns like Saint-Denis and Saint-Brice, and villages like Pierrefitte, Groslay, Ecouen, Poncelles, Moisselles, Monsoult, Maffliers, Franconville, Presles, Nointel, Nerville, etc.
The door at the end of the gallery opened; the Duc and the Duchesse de Montgeron appeared. Henri took Zibeline's hand and approached them. "The Marquise de Prerolles!" he said, presenting her to his sister and her husband. The next day a special train landed the fair patronesses at the station of Presles, whence Zibeline's carriages conducted them to Valpendant.
L'Ile-d'Adam was at that time the nearest station; to day it is Presles, on the intermediate line, which they now took. "This is our station," said Madame de Montgeron, when the train stopped at Montsoult.
He held his tongue, and was silently revolving the case in his mind when Juve made yet one more suggestion. "There is one final hypothesis which I feel obliged to put before you. Do you realise, sir, that this is a typical Fantômas crime?" M. de Presles shrugged his shoulders as the detective pronounced this half-mythical name.
"It is a mystery, sir," he declared at last. "I swear to you, sir, that nobody could have got in, and yet it is perfectly clear also that neither M. Charles nor Mlle. Thérèse, nor yet either of the two maids, Marie and Louise, is the murderer." M. de Presles sat wrapped in thought for a few minutes and then desired the old steward to fetch the two women servants.
The dependence in which the situation of their dwelling placed the Moreaus, was thus adroitly concealed, and they seemed all the more like rich and independent persons taking care of the property of a friend, because neither the count nor the countess ever came to Presles to take down their pretensions.
The monk held out his hand without a word, and without a word Victorin Hulot gave him eighty thousand-franc notes, taken from a sum of money found in Crevel's desk. Young Madame Hulot inherited the estate of Presles and thirty thousand francs a year. Madame Crevel had bequeathed a sum of three hundred thousand francs to Baron Hulot.
"Yes, there is," said Juve; "the slide-bolt is out, as when the bolt is fastened, but the socket into which the slide-bolt slips to fasten the door to the wall is intact. If the bolt really had been forced, the socket would have been wrenched away too." Juve next asked M. de Presles to look closely at the screws that were wrenched halfway out of the door. "Do you see anything on those?"
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