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"Charles Rambert," he remarked, "I think we are going to do a very good morning's work. Dr. Bertillon's new apparatus is an uncommonly useful invention." The detective might have gone on with his congratulatory monologue had not an attendant come into the room at that moment. "Ah, there you are, M. Juve: I have been looking for you everywhere.
Charles came the day before yesterday, and that is the whole story." "And M. Etienne Rambert joins him here to-morrow?" said the Abbé. "That is so " The Marquise de Langrune would have given other information about her young friend had he not come into the room just then. He was an attractive lad with refined and distinguished features, clear, intelligent eyes, and graceful figure.
"Only M. Etienne Rambert is left," the magistrate put in, "and about nine o'clock that evening he left the d'Orsay station in the slow train which reaches Verrières at 6.55 A.M. He spent the whole night in the train, for he certainly arrived by that one. He could not have a better alibi." "Not possibly," Juve replied.
And once again Etienne Rambert asked, in tones that betrayed his keen anxiety: "Did you kill him?" and Charles Rambert shrugged his shoulders and replied: "I told you before, I do not know." And now Charles Rambert stood upon the threshold of the house, about to leave his father without a word of farewell or parting embrace.
On the left is the bedroom of the Marquise, followed by her dressing-room on the same side, and after that there is another dressing-room and then the bedroom occupied by M. Charles Rambert." "Good. And the floor above: how is that arranged?" "The second floor is exactly like the first floor, sir, except that there are only servants' rooms there. They are smaller, and there are more of them."
M. Rambert hurried back to his study, shut and locked the door behind him, and almost sprang towards the unknown lady, his fists clenched, his eyes starting out of his head. "Charles!" he exclaimed. "Papa!" the girl replied, and sank upon a sofa. There was silence. Etienne Rambert seemed utterly dumbfounded. "I won't, I won't remain disguised as a woman any longer. I've done with it.
"Yes, sir; there are hardly any others on the main-line trains, especially first-class." In the ever-increasing crowd Etienne Rambert had some difficulty in following the porter.
"As Juve came close," Charles went on, "I dealt him a terrific blow on the forehead, and he fell like a stone. And I got away!" "Is he dead?" Etienne Rambert whispered. "I don't know." For ten minutes Charles Rambert remained alone in the study, where his father had left him, thinking deeply. Then the door opened and Etienne Rambert came back carrying a bundle of clothes.
Rambert to her room and induce her to rest, and to send at once for M. Perret. Then he turned to Professor Swelding. "I am greatly distressed by this incident, Professor. It proves that the cure of this poor creature is by no means so assured as I had believed. But there are other cases which will not shake your faith in my judgment like this, I hope. Shall we go on?"
"First of all, M. Juve, do you believe that a man could assume disguise with the cleverness that you have just represented? M. Etienne Rambert is a man of sixty; Gurn is thirty-five. M. Rambert is an elderly man, slow of movement, and the man who robbed Princess Sonia Danidoff was a nimble, very active man."
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