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"In this case, Mazeroux, a man like myself, who knows Neuilly and the neighbourhood of the Bois, is at once struck by those three letters, 'B.R.W, and especially by the 'W., a foreign letter, an English letter. So that in my mind's eye, instantly, as in a flash, I saw the three letters in their logical place as initials at the head of the words for which they stand.
Guilty or not, she inspired him with the same passion. "All right," said Mazeroux, "we'll say no more about it. The future will bear me out, you'll see." The days passed. Mazeroux called as often as possible, or else telephoned to Don Luis all the details of the two inquiries that were being pursued at Saint-Lazare and at the Santé Prison. Vain inquiries, as we know.
Are you there? ... I want to know about Sergeant Mazeroux. ... Are you there?. . . Oh, hang it, why don't you answer!" Suddenly he let go the instrument, looked at the wires, perceived that they had been cut, and turned round, showing a face that clearly expressed the thought in his mind. "That's done it. I've been tricked!"
"You did not sleep during the night?" "Yes, toward the end." "You did not sleep before, while you were in the passage?" "No." "And Sergeant Mazeroux?" Don Luis remained undecided for a moment; but how could he hope that the honest and scrupulous Mazeroux had disobeyed the dictates of his conscience? He replied: "Sergeant Mazeroux went to sleep in his chair and did not wake until Mme.
Pursued and hunted as he was, he voluntarily gave himself up to warn them of their danger. And the danger was immediate. Seven minutes more, six minutes more and the house would be blown up. With great simplicity, Mazeroux went on his knees, made the sign of the cross, and said his prayers in a low voice.
Oh, what a man you are! The way you managed!" He was beaming at the thought that the chief was clear of the matter and that he had no more crows to pluck with his, Mazeroux's, superiors, whom he revered almost as much as he did the chief. Everybody was now agreed; they were "friends all round"; and Mazeroux was choking with delight. "They'll lock her up, eh?" "No," said Perenna.
What part was she playing in the case? People came in and were taken to the patients whom they had called to see. Others went out. There were also sisters moving silently to and fro and nurses dressed in their long white overalls belted at the waist. "We're not doing any good here, Chief," whispered Mazeroux. "What's your hurry? Is your sweetheart waiting for you?" "We're wasting our time."
Don Luis recognized the Prefect of Police by his voice; and the question put by the Prefect told him, first, that Mazeroux had been released from the dark closet where he had bound him up, and, secondly, that the sergeant was in the next room. Fortunately, the sliding panel had worked without the least sound; and Don Luis was able to overhear the conversation between the two men.
"That's something for the police to go upon," said Mazeroux. They were leaving the café when Don Luis stopped his companion. "One moment." "What's the matter?" "We've been followed." "Followed? What next? And by whom, pray?" "No one that matters. I know who it is and I may as well settle his business and have done with it. Wait for me. I shall be back; and I'll show you some fun.
"There's not enough 'hold' on her for them to issue a warrant." "What!" growled Mazeroux indignantly. "Not enough hold? I hope, in any case, that you won't let her go. She made no bones, you know, about attacking you! Come, Chief, polish her off, a she-devil like that!" Don Luis remained pensive. He was thinking of the unheard-of coincidences, the accumulation of facts that bore down on Mme.
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