Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 27, 2025
He didn't go to the photographer in his wood-carver disguise, he went as a gentleman in a great hurry, and willing to pay any price for the work." Tignol twisted the long ends of his black mustache reflectively. "He was covering his tracks in advance?" "Evidently." "And the smooth young widow lied?" "Lied?" snapped the detective savagely. "I should say she did.
"Sacré matin!" muttered Tignol, "it's awkward aiming through this left-hand hole." "Ah!" said the detective. "Why is it awkward?" "Because it's too near the sideboard. I can't get my eye there to sight along the pistol barrel." "You mean your right eye?" "Of course." "Could you get your left eye there?"
"It ought not to take more than an hour or so to get the things here," concluded the detective, "and if I read the signs right, it will just about finish him." "Possibly, possibly," reflected the judge. "Anyhow it's worth trying," and he gave the necessary orders to his clerk. "Let Tignol go," he directed. "Tell him to wake the man up, if he's in bed, and not to mind what it costs.
"Yes." "Open it," and, while the agitated proprietor searched for his pass key, the detective spoke to Tignol: "I want impressions of these footprints, the best you can take. Use glycerin with plaster of Paris for the molds. Take this one and these two and this and this. Understand?" "Perfectly." "Leave Caesar here while you go for what you need. Down, Caesar! Garde!"
"I shall work in the dark, and, when the time comes, I'll strike in the dark." "You'll need money?" Coquenil shook his head. "I have all the money I want, and know where to go for more. Besides, my old partner here is going to lay off for a few weeks and work with me. Eh, Papa Tignol?" Tignol's eyes twinkled. "A few weeks or a few months is all the same to me.
Don't talk to her; just hang about the church until I come. Remember, we spend the night there." "Sapristi, a night in a church!" "It won't hurt you for once," smiled M. Paul. "There's a bed to sleep on, and a lot to talk about. You know we begin the great campaign to-morrow." Tignol rubbed his hands in satisfaction. "The sooner the better."
Their footsteps, echoed ominously along the stone floor, their shadows danced fantastically before them and behind them under gas jets that flared through the tunnel. "I hope this goes off well," whispered the judge uneasily. "You don't think they have forgotten anything?" "Trust Papa Tignol to obey orders," replied Coquenil. "Ah!" he started and gripped his companion's arm.
"All right," nodded the sacristan; "he'll be ready. Au revoir until Tuesday." M. Paul went through the side door and then through the high iron gateway before the archbishop's house. He glanced at his watch and it was after five. Across the square Papa Tignol was waiting. "Things are marching along," smiled Coquenil some minutes later as they rolled along toward the Eastern railway station.
Before anything else the detective wished to get from M. Pougeot his impressions of the case. And he asked Papa Tignol to come with them for a fortifying glass. "By the way," said the commissary to Tignol when they were seated in the back room, "did you find out how that woman left the hotel without her wraps and without being seen?" The old man nodded.
"Taken!" said Tignol, and then, with sudden gravity: "But if this is true, things are getting serious, eh?" "They've been serious." "I mean the chase is nearly over?" M. Paul answered slowly, as if weighing his words: "This man is desperate and full of resources, I know that, but, with the precautions I have taken, I don't see how he can escape if he goes to Bonneton's house to-morrow."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking