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"You cannot pretend that the man with the ebony walking-stick, the man who followed Inspector Vérot to the Café du Pont-Neuf and purloined his letter " "I am not the man," Sauverand interrupted. And, when Don Luis shrugged his shoulders, he insisted, in a more forcible tone of voice: "I am not that man.
You must pay up; and all the more so as you have foolishly put your heads into the lion's mouth." "I don't understand. What does all this mean?" "It simply means that they know Florence Levasseur, that they know you are both here, that the house is surrounded, and that Weber, the deputy chief detective, is on his way." Sauverand appeared disconcerted by this unexpected threat.
How beautiful was that imaginary Florence, the Florence compelled by destiny to commit acts which she loathed, but free of all crime, free of remorse, humane and pitiful, with her clear eyes and her snow-white hands! And how good it was to yield to this fantastic dream! Gaston Sauverand was watching the face of his former enemy.
"I am the adversary, I am the man they're afraid of, the man who will discover the secret one day and pocket the millions which they're after. I am the interloper. I stand mounting guard over the Mornington inheritance. It's my turn to suffer. Four victims are dead already. I shall be the fifth. So Gaston Sauverand has decided: Gaston Sauverand or some one else who's managing the business."
Mazeroux could not get over it. "Chief, you astound me! How calm and careless you look!" "I am calm and careless, Alexandre." "But what do you mean? Doesn't the case interest you? Don't you intend to avenge Mme. Fauville and Sauverand? You are openly accused and you sit here blowing soap-bubbles!" "There's no more delightful pastime, Alexandre." "Shall I tell you what I think, Chief?
"Thank you, Monsieur le Maire," said Perenna, who had learned all that he wanted to know. The car was ready. A minute after he was rushing toward Alençon with Mazeroux. "Where are we going, Chief?" asked the sergeant. "To the station. I have every reason to believe, first, that Sauverand was informed this morning in what way remains to be seen of the revelations made last night by Mme.
"Then, according to you," he said, "those letters accusing Madame Fauville and Gaston Sauverand were placed there with the sole object of ruining both of them?" "Yes, Monsieur le Préfet." "And, as they were placed there before the crime, the plot must have been schemed before the murder?" "Yes, Monsieur le Préfet, before the murder. From the moment that we admit the innocence of Mme.
Standing close to Don Luis, his features lit up with the expression of feelings and passions which he no longer strove to check, he asked, in a low voice: "You believe me, don't you?" "No, I don't," said Perenna, hardening himself to resist the man's influence. "You must!" cried Sauverand, with a fierce outburst of violence. "You must believe in the strength of my love.
The driver will come of his own accord when he has seen the newspapers." Weber shook his head. "Unless the driver is himself a confederate, Monsieur le Préfet. Besides, even if we find the cab, aren't we bound to suppose that Gaston Sauverand will know how to front the scent? We shall have trouble, Monsieur le Préfet."
Marie and Sauverand will be at the bottom of the abyss by then, dead no doubt, or in any case separated forever. And I risk nothing by leaving this evidence of my hatred in the hands of chance. "There, that's finished. I have only to sign. My hand shakes more and more. The sweat is pouring from my forehead in great drops. I am suffering the tortures of the damned and I am divinely happy!
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