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I will install myself in the other room." A gendarme departed at a run towards the station at Rueil; and the commissary commenced his investigations in regular form, as prescribed by law. "Who was Widow Lerouge? Where did she come from? What did she do? Upon what means, and how did she live? What were her habits, her morals, and what sort of company did she keep? Was she known to have enemies?
"I once," she said, "despised the love of a cardinal who never said 'I shall do, but, 'I have done so and so. That man knew of retreats more secure than Rueil, darker and more silent even than the Bastile. Degenerate world!" Precautions.
However, a few "imprisoned" Englishmen endeavoured to escape from the city by devices of their own. Friends!" and so forth, were repeatedly fired at by both French and German outposts. At last they reached Rueil, where the villagers, on noticing how bad their French was, took them to be Prussian spies, and nearly lynched them.
It was impossible, that, on an evening when so many people were about, no one had noticed the original of the portrait either at the railway station at Rueil or upon one of the roads which lead to La Jonchere, the high road, and the path by the river. These arrangements made, the investigating magistrate proceeded to the Palais de Justice, and sent for Albert.
At twenty minutes past eight, you slipped away adroitly; at thirty-five minutes past eight, you took the train at the St Lazare station; at nine o'clock, you alighted at the station at Rueil, and took the road to La Jonchere; at a quarter past nine, you knocked at the window-shutter of Widow Lerouge's cottage. You were admitted. You asked for something to eat, and, above all, something to drink.
The story spread along the river, as far as Bougival and Rueil. And one morning an officer of gendarmes called at the house; and I don't exactly know what would have happened, if I had not obstinately maintained that I had broken my arm in falling down stairs." What surprised Maxence most was Mlle. Lucienne's simple and natural tone. No emphasis, scarcely an appearance of emotion.
But Mazarin is a low-born rogue, who can at the most take us by the collar, like an archer. Be calm for I am sure that D'Artagnan and Porthos are at Rueil, alive and well." "But," resumed Athos, "I recur to my first proposal. I know no better means than to act with candor. I shall seek, not Mazarin, but the queen, and say to her, 'Madame, restore to us your two servants and our two friends."
"The count, then, is in the chateau?" "Yes." "For what reason?" "The same as yourself." "Athos a prisoner?" "You know well," replied De Comminges, "that there are no prisoners at Rueil, because there is no prison." "Don't let us play upon words, sir. Athos has been arrested." "Yesterday, at Saint Germain, as he came out from the presence of the queen."
At thirty-five minutes past eight, you took the train at the St. Lazare station. At nine o'clock, you alighted at the station at Rueil." And, not disdaining to employ Tabaret's ideas, the investigating magistrate repeated nearly word for word the tirade improvised the night before by the amateur detective. He had every reason, while speaking, to admire the old fellow's penetration.
After three days' investigation, he felt comparatively certain that the assassin had not left the train at Rueil, as all the people of Bougival, La Jonchere, and Marly do, but had gone on as far as Chatou. Tabaret thought he recognized him in a man described to him by the porters at that station as rather young, dark, and with black whiskers, carrying an overcoat and an umbrella.
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