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Updated: May 18, 2025
Gray Wolf slipped cautiously to the bar and examined the card left by the newcomer. "Holy Saint Bridget!" he exclaims. "It is Tictocq, the detective." Ten minutes later a beautiful woman enters the cellar.
There they are." With a dramatic gesture, Tictocq threw a pair of dingy socks upon the table, folded his arms, and threw back his head. With a loud cry of rage, the Populist Candidate sprang once more to his feet. "Gol darn it! I WILL say what I want to. The two other Populists in the room gazed at him coldly and sternly. "Is this tale true?" they demanded of the Candidate.
"All the newspapers have my written report on the matter, and the Statesman will have it in plate matter next week," said Tictocq, complacently. "All is lost!" said the Populists, turning toward the door. "For God's sake, my friends," pleaded the Candidate, following them; "listen to me; I swear before high heaven that I never wore a pair of socks in my life. It is all a devilish campaign lie."
You are the only man that can do it." Tictocq bowed. "Am I to have carte blanche to question every person connected with the hotel?" "The proprietor has already been spoken to. Everything and everybody is at your service." Tictocq consulted his watch.
Empty with the exception of Tictocq, the great French detective, who springs from behind a mass of tropical plants to his side. The professor rises in alarm. "Hush," says Tictocq: "Make no noise at all. You have already made enough." Footsteps are heard outside. "Be quick," says Tictocq: "give me those socks. There is not a moment to spare." "Vas sagst du?" "Ah, he confesses," says Tictocq.
He then enters rapidly in a memorandum book the result of his investigations, and leaves the cellar. Tictocq bends his rapid steps in the direction of the headquarters of the Paris gendarmerie, but suddenly pausing, he strikes his hand upon his brow with a gesture of impatience. "Mille tonnerre," he mutters. "I should have asked the name of that man with the knife in his hand."
"Wait a minute," said the Populist Candidate, rising; "I don't see why in the h " "Once more I must beg that you will be silent," said Tictocq, rather sharply. "You should not interrupt me in the midst of my report." "I made one false arrest," continued Tictocq.
Tictocq opens it and looks at his watch. "Ah," he says, "it is just six. Entrez, Messieurs." The messieurs entrez. There are seven of them; the Populist Candidate who is there by invitation, not knowing for what purpose; the chairman of the Democratic Executive Committee, platform No. 2, the hotel proprietor, and three or four Democrats and Populists, as near as could be found out.
The electric light burns brightly above him. He seems the incarnation of alertness, vigor, cleverness, and cunning. The company seat themselves in chairs along the wall. "When informed of the robbery," begins Tictocq, "I first questioned the bell boy. He knew nothing. I went to the police headquarters. They knew nothing. I invited one of them to the bar to drink.
It is not generally known that Tictocq, the famous French detective, was in Austin last week. He registered at the Avenue Hotel under an assumed name, and his quiet and reserved manners singled him out at once for one not to be singled out. No one knows why he came to Austin, but to one or two he vouchsafed the information that his mission was an important one from the French Government.
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