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Updated: May 27, 2025
"Listen, Paul; I know how you love me, but you mustn't put me first in this matter, you must put your honor first, and the honor of your father's name." "I've decided the thing" he frowned "it's all settled. I have sent word by Tignol to the Brazilian embassy that I will accept that position in Rio Janeiro. It's still open, and mother," he went on eagerly, "I'm going to take you with me."
"Twenty francs," grinned the driver, a red-faced Norman with rugged shoulders; "he won't get past, you can sleep on your two ears for that." Meantime, Tignol had returned with one of his men, who was straightway stationed in the courtyard. "Now," went on Coquenil, "you and I will take the exit on the Place de la Madeleine. It's four to one he comes out there." "Why is it?" grumbled Tignol.
The streets were silent and deserted, yet the detective studied every doorway and corner with vigilant care, while a hundred yards behind him, in exactly similar dress, came Papa Tignol, peering into the shadows with sharpest watchfulness against human shadows bent on harming M. Paul. So they moved cautiously down the Boulevard St.
He rubbed his hands exultantly, "I want you to do a little job at the Hôtel des Étrangers, where Kittredge lived. You are to take a room on the sixth floor, if possible, and spend your time playing the flute." "Playing the flute?" gasped Tignol. "I don't know how to play the flute." "All the better! Spend your time learning!
M. Paul lighted another cigarette. "Couldn't you tell what you know in the newspapers?" "No newspaper in France would dare to print it," said Coquenil gravely. "Perhaps there is some mistake," suggested the other, "perhaps he isn't the man." The detective opened his table drawer and drew out several photographs. "Look at those!" One by one Tignol studied the photographs.
"Why," answered Tignol slowly, while his shrewd eyes twinkled, "I I'd have cussed a little and had a couple of drinks and come back to Paris." Coquenil sat silent frowning. "I wasn't much better. After that first day I was ready to drop the thing, I admit it, only I went for a walk that night and there's a lot in walking.
Tignol drew back the double doors of a long window, and pointed out to a balcony running along the front of the hotel. "There! Let me tell you first how this floor is arranged. There are six rooms opening on that balcony. See here," and taking a sheet of paper, he made a rough diagram. "Now, then," continued Papa Tignol, surveying his handiwork with pride, "I think that is clear.
"I was going to tell you to-night, but Bonneton will be with us, so come, we'll stroll through the bois as far as Passy, and I'll give you the main points. Then you can take a cab." Papa Tignol was enormously pleased at this mark of confidence, but he merely gave one of his jerky little nods and walked along solemnly beside his brilliant associate.
He sprang lightly from the cab and hurried across the sidewalk. At the same moment Coquenil lifted his hand and brought it down quickly, twice, in the direction of the doorway through which Groener had passed. And a moment later Tignol was in the telegraph office writing a dispatch beside the wood carver.
"Does she know that Groener is her stepfather, and not her cousin?" "No." "Why not?" "I think I know why not, but, until I'm sure, I'd rather call it a mystery. See here, we've talked too much, you must hurry back to her. Better take an auto. And remember, Papa Tignol," he added in final warning, "there is nothing so important as to guard this girl."
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