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It was not Papa Tignol, however, who was to furnish this information, but the discomfited Gibelin whose presence in the outer office was at this moment announced by the judge's clerk. "Ask him to come in," said Hauteville, and a moment later Coquenil's fat, red-haired rival entered with a smile that made his short mustache fairly bristle in triumph.
Tignol did not see the young fellow again, but when he got off at the Champs de Mars, the gray-bearded man got off also and followed across the bridge to the opposite platform, where both took the train back to Auteuil. This was suspicious, so at Auteuil Tignol left the station quickly, only to return a few minutes later and buy another ticket for the Avenue Henri Martin.
How can you shadow people who shadow you? Who watch your actions from day to day, from hour to hour? Who know exactly the moment when you are weak and unprepared, as I know now that you are unarmed because you left that pistol with Papa Tignol." For a moment Coquenil was silent, and then: "Here's your money," he said, returning the envelope. "Then you refuse?" "I refuse." "Stubborn fellow!
Or was it a brief snatch of sleep? Whichever it was, a discreet knock at the corridor door shortly ended it, and Papa Tignol entered to say that he had finished the footprint molds. M. Paul roused himself with an effort and, sitting up, his elbow resting against the sofa back, motioned his associate to a chair. "By the way," he asked, "what do you think of that?"
"That's right," she said. "Ah, he didn't take me away!" reflected M. Paul. "That is something. Pougeot will scent danger and will move heaven and earth to save us. He will get Tignol and Tignol knows I was here. But can they find us? Can they find us? Tell me, did you come down many stairs?" "Yes," she said, "quite a long flight; but won't you please "
He knew me by reputation, and a note that I brought from Pougeot helped, and well, an hour later that photographer was ready to tell me the innermost secrets of his soul." "Eh, eh, eh!" laughed Tignol. "And what did he tell you?" "He told me he made this picture of Alice and the widow only six weeks ago." "Six weeks ago!" stared the other. "But the widow told you it was taken five years ago."
"Important? Humph! The morning would do just as well however, we'll let that go. Remember, you have no standing in this case. The work has been done by Tignol, the warrant was served by Tignol, and the witnesses have been summoned by Tignol. Is that understood?" "Of course."
He had a vivid impression that his friend was entering on a way of great and unknown peril. "Well," said Coquenil cheerfully, "I guess that's all for to-night. There's a couple of hours' work still for Papa Tignol and me, but it's half past two, Lucien, and, unless you think of something " "No, except to wish you luck," replied the commissary, and he started to go.
He has a nervous trick of half shutting his eyes and jerking up the corners of his mouth, which shows the worst set of ugly yellow teeth I ever saw. I'd like to have one of them for a curiosity." "Would you?" said the man suddenly, as if answering a question. Tignol stared at him. "Excuse me," explained the other, "but I read handwriting upside down." "Oh!"
Where is the man who cares so much? Or the woman either except one?" "There's one woman who seems to care a lot about this dog," remarked Tignol. "I mean the candle girl. Such a fuss as she made when I went to get him!" M. Paul listened in surprise. "What did she do?" "Do? She cried and carried on in a great way. She said something was going to happen to Caesar; she didn't want me to take him."
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