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He tore open the envelope. The letter, hurriedly written in pencil and signed by one of the inspectors on duty outside the house, contained these words: "Look out, Sergeant. Gaston Sauverand is in the house. Two people living opposite say that the girl who is known hereabouts as the lady housekeeper came in at half-past one, before we took up our posts.

The will, as it happened, was Cosmo Mornington's; and in it Cosmo Mornington bequeathed his immense wealth to the heirs of the Roussel sisters and of Victor Sauverand.... "Jean Vernocq saw his chance. A hundred million francs!

The conclusion is the release of Marie Fauville and Gaston Sauverand." M. Desmalions smiled. "Oh!" "Am I asking too much, Monsieur le Préfet?" "One can always ask, but the request should be reasonable. And the innocence of those people does not depend on me." "No; but it depends on you, Monsieur le Préfet, to let them know if I prove their innocence to you."

He became aware of this, hunted about, lost a good deal of time, and managed to discover that Sauverand had left by the Boulevard du Palais and joined a very pretty, fair-haired woman Florence Levasseur, obviously on the Quai de l'Horloge. They had both got into the motor bus that runs from the Place Saint-Michel to the Gare Saint-Lazare.

"Hang it all!" he growled, leaping back and clutching at the lock, which he managed to fasten again. Two policemen in uniform were guarding the exits two policemen who had tried to seize him as he appeared. Where did those two men come from? Had they prevented the escape of Sauverand and Florence?

He had seen the dreadful face of Gaston Sauverand, and, behind the man of the ebony walking-stick, wan and livid in the rays of the electric light, the distorted features of Florence Levasseur! He remained for one moment motionless and speechless. Above was a perfect clatter of things being pushed about, as though the besieged were building themselves a barricade.

If not " But Florence ran into the room. She passed him by without his trying to stop her, flung herself upon Gaston Sauverand, and, taking no heed of Perenna's presence, said: "Why did you come? You promised me that you wouldn't. You swore it to me. Go!" Sauverand released himself and forced her into a chair. "Let me be, Florence. I promised only so as to reassure you. Let me be."

"Marie Fauville?" "Why, of course! Do you think I'm going to leave her in prison, or Sauverand, either? There's not a second to lose, old chap." Mazeroux thought to himself that the chief had not quite recovered his wits yet. What? Release Marie Fauville and Sauverand, one, two, three, just like that! No, no, it was going a bit too far.

I can't remember where on earth I've seen him before." But an usher now opened the door of the examining magistrate, who, on receiving Don Perenna's card, had asked to see him at once. He stepped forward and was about to enter the room with Mazeroux, when he suddenly turned to his companion with a cry of rage: "It's he! It was Sauverand in disguise. Stop him! He's made off. Run, can't you?"

What was he going to do? If he wanted to save the woman he loved from prosecution and to release Marie and Sauverand from prison, he would have to intervene some time that night, to take part, somehow or other, in the event at hand, and to prove the innocence of the three accomplices, either by arresting the invisible bearer of the fourth letter or by suggesting some plausible explanation.

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