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When Renine had finished, he began to laugh: "Very funny!... A capital joke!... So it was I whom the neighbours saw going and returning on the motor-cycle?" "It was you disguised in Jacques Aubrieux's clothes." "And it was my finger-prints that were found on the bottle in M. Guillaume's pantry?"
Some of them went up stairs to the first floor, while the sergeant arrived with a young man of whom Renine and Hortense were able to distinguish only the tall figure: "Jerome Vignal," said she. "Yes," said Renine. "They are examining Madame de Gorne first, upstairs, in her bedroom." A quarter of an hour passed. Then the persons on the first floor came downstairs and went in.
"Take off your glove and give me your hand to kiss," Renine ordered. "You promised that you would." "Oh!" said Hortense. "But it was to be when Dalbreque was saved." "He is saved." "Not yet. The police are after him. They may catch him again. He will not be really saved until he is with Rose Andree." "He is with Rose Andree," he declared. "What do you mean?" "Turn round." She did so.
Dalbreque stepped back, at once assuming the defensive: "What do you want? Who said you could...." "Silence!" whispered Renine, with an imperious gesture. "It's all up with you!" "What are you talking about?" growled the man, angrily. "Lean out of your window. There are four men below on the watch for you to leave, four detectives."
But the search led to no discovery. "Oh, hang it all!" said Renine, who had taken his part in the hunt. "How can it have happened?" "How do I know?" spluttered the inspector in despair. "I left my three men watching in the next room. I found them this morning fast asleep, stupefied by some narcotic which had been mixed with their wine! And the Dalbreque bird had flown!" "Which way?"
"The clock ... the clock is here ... the one from over there ... I recognize its voice...." She said no more. She felt that Renine had his eyes fixed upon her and this sapped all her energies. Besides, had she been able to recover them, she would have been no better off nor sought to offer him the least resistance, for the reason that she did not wish to resist.
"So this cousin killed somebody?" "Yes, he was obliged to." Renine shook his head: "I am sorry to have to amend that phrase, my dear sir. The truth, on the contrary, is that your cousin took his victims' lives in cold blood and in a cowardly manner. I never heard of a crime more deliberately and craftily planned." "What is it that you know?"
And, with a determined step, he walked to the door, opened it and entered the room, followed by Hortense. His advent gave rise to a feeling of stupefaction. The two women stopped yelling, but were still scarlet in the face and trembling with rage. Jean Louis, who was very pale, stood up. Profiting by the general confusion, Renine said briskly: "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Prince Renine.
And he added "Indeed it was the detection of this falsehood that suddenly enlightened me. When Madame de Gorne stated that her husband was not drunk, I thought of the footprints and guessed the truth." The deputy frankly accepted his part in the matter and began to laugh: "There's nothing left for it but to send detectives after the bogus corpse." "On what grounds, Mr. Deputy?" asked Renine.
Hortense had put her hand to her forehead and, thus veiling her eyes, sat motionless and remote. She was indeed not listening. The end of this particular adventure and the manner in which Renine had acted on this occasion no longer interested her.
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