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Renine, who had at first followed them, in order to find out what was going to happen, changed his mind and was now standing with his eyes fixed on the ground. The fall of the bicycle had unfastened the parcel which Dalbreque had tied to the handle-bar; and the newspaper had burst, revealing its contents, a tin saucepan, rusty, dented, battered and useless.
The tall clock, lying on the ground, had stopped at twenty past eleven. With the farm-girl showing them the way, they ran up to the first floor. Neither Mathias nor his wife was there. But the door of their bedroom had been broken down with a hammer which they discovered under the bed. Renine and the sergeant went downstairs again.
The fellow is much more cunning than I thought and quite capable of wriggling out of the trap. On the other hand, however, how uneasy he must be! How the blood must be buzzing in his ears and obscuring his sight! No, I don't think that he will avoid the trap.... He will give in.... He will give in...." They exchanged no more words. Renine did not move.
Renine had given orders for the two ladies to be waked at an early hour. When they came down, the motor was leaving the yard and pulling up in front of the inn. It was raining; and Adolphe, the chauffeur, had fixed up the long, low hood and packed the luggage inside. Renine called for his bill. They all three took a cup of coffee.
"I am obliged to you for coming so promptly, Mr. Chief-inspector," said Prince Renine, "and I hope that M. Dudouis will not regret having placed you at my disposal." "At your entire disposal, in addition to two inspectors whom I have left in the square outside and who have been in the case, with me, from the first."
Madame Astaing was not appeased; and her attitude displayed the same longing for revenge and the same detestation. But she was influenced by Renine in spite of herself.
Her rage had incensed her so vehemently that she was unable to continue and stood with her hand outstretched and her chin twitching with nervous tremors. Renine gently took hold of Madame d'Ormeval's bag. She clung to it, but he insisted and said: "Please allow me, madame. Your friend Germaine is right.
The Seine, which was very low at this time of day, was lapping against a little jetty near which lay a worm-eaten, mouldering boat, full of puddles of water. Renine stepped into the boat and at once began to bale out the puddles with his saucepan.
The truth about this monstrous tragedy, which suddenly flashed upon you, this truth, if it were known, would spell dishonour to you, disgrace ... and you are shrinking from your duty." M. de Lourtier did not reply. Renine leant over him and, looking him in the eyes, whispered: "There will be no scandal. I shall be the only person in the world to know what has happened.
"But in what way?" "I don't know. Perhaps it has something to do with that woman's confession. Yes, very likely that is it. It was all so unexpected and so short." "Well, of course, I cut it short, as you can readily imagine!" said Renine, laughing. "We didn't want too many explanations." "What do you mean?"
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