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Updated: July 2, 2025
"The magistrate may have enjoyed talking to Mlle. Jeanne more than he did to you, if I may suggest it without seeming rude." There was a general laugh at this sally on the part of the new superintendent, and then M. Louis continued: "Well, if he wanted to make up to her he went a funny way to work, for he made her angry." "Did he really?" said Henri Verbier, turning again to the girl.
"Listen, my boy: do you suppose that thundering blow you dealt the excellent Henri Verbier when he was making love to Mademoiselle Jeanne, could fail to make me determined to find out who that young lady was who had the strength of a man?" The allusion made Charles Rambert most uneasy. "But that does not explain how you recognised me in Paul to-night.
I ask with all the more concern because I will tell you frankly that I had no personal introduction to the Board: I have not got the same chance that you have." "How do you know I had any introduction?" the girl enquired. "Gad, I'm sure of it," Henri Verbier answered: he was leaning his elbows on the window-sill and gradually drawing closer to the young cashier.
The magistrate tried to make out that you were implicated in it?" The girl had only spoken a few words during the whole of dinner, although Henri Verbier had made several gallant attempts to draw her into the general conversation. Now she laughingly protested. "M. Louis only says that to tease me." But M. Louis stuck to his guns.
Jeanne had hardly reached her room on the fifth floor of the hotel, and flung open her window to gaze over the magnificent panorama spread out below her and inhale the still night air, when a gentle tap fell upon the door and, complying with her summons to come in, Henri Verbier entered the room.
He called himself Henri Verbier, and was disguised, but I knew him, for I had seen him too lately, and in circumstances too deeply impressed upon my mind for me to be able to forget him, although I only saw him then for a few minutes." "What do you mean?" said the elder man uneasily. "I mean that Juve was at the Royal Palace Hotel." "Juve?" exclaimed Etienne Rambert. "And then go on!"
"Why did the magistrate cross-examine you so much?" The young cashier shrugged her shoulders. "We have thrashed it out so often, M. Verbier!
I will put a cloak over my shoulders," and she moved away from the window to unhook a cloak from a peg on the wall. Henri Verbier watched her without moving. "How unkind you are!" he said reproachfully, disregarding the angry gleam in her eyes. "Can it really be wrong to enjoy a kiss, on a lovely night like this?
"Louis and I did exactly what our duty required and no one can say anything to us. The magistrate acknowledged that a week ago." "He does not suspect anybody?" Henri Verbier asked. "No: nobody," Muller answered. M. Louis smiled. "Yes, he did suspect somebody, Verbier," he said, "and that was your charming neighbour Mlle. Jeanne there." Verbier turned towards the young cashier. "What?
"I don't suppose that an important position like the one you hold, requiring absolute integrity and competence, is given without fullest investigation. Your work is not tiring, but that does not mean it would be entrusted to anybody." "You are quite right, M. Verbier: I did have an introduction to the Board: and I had first-rate testimonials too." "Have you been in business long?
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