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The touch turned on a tiny lamp in the roof of the carriage, and she raised a warning hand to Celia. "Now keep very quiet." Right through the empty streets of Geneva the landau was quietly driven. Adele had peeped from time to time under the blind. There were few people in the streets. Once or twice a sergent-de-ville was seen under the light of a lamp. Celia dared not cry out.
"I was slightly ill and went out a little," she said. "I do not know the streets and lost my way." Notwithstanding the improbability of the explanation, he did not hesitate. He murmured a few soft words of reproach and placed her in the hands of her maid, who removed her wet garments. During that time he called the sergent-de-ville, who remained in the vestibule, and closely interrogated him.
"And the window from which he looked," said Hanaud, "must be the window of that room in which you saw the bright light at half-past nine on your first round?" "Yes, m'sieur," said Perrichet; "that is the window." They stopped at the gate. Perrichet spoke to the sergent-de-ville, who at once held the gate open. The party passed into the garden of the villa.
"I have telephoned to the Depot. Perrichet, the sergent-de-ville who discovered the crime, will be here at once. We will walk down to the villa with him, and on the way he shall tell us exactly what he discovered and how he discovered it. At the villa we shall find Monsieur Fleuriot, the Juge d'lnstruction, who has already begun his examination, and the Commissaire of Police.
A sergent-de-ville passed, enveloped in his cape. He turned and stared at the young woman; then took her roughly by the arm. "What are you doing here?" he said, brutally. She looked up at him with wondering eyes. "I do not know myself," she answered. The man looked more closely at her, discovered through all her confusion a nameless refinement and the subtle perfume of purity. He took pity on her.
"I was slightly ill and went out a little," she said. "I do not know the streets and lost my way." Notwithstanding the improbability of the explanation, he did not hesitate. He murmured a few soft words of reproach and placed her in the hands of her maid, who removed her wet garments. During that time he called the sergent-de-ville, who remained in the vestibule, and closely interrogated him.
But as I went up the Rue de la Munitionnaire, I heard at the corner of the college the drum of the sergent-de-ville, Harmantier, and I saw a throng gathered around him. I ran to hear what was going on, and I arrived just as he began reading a proclamation. Harmantier read that, by the senatus-consultus of the 3d, the drawing for the conscription would take place on the 15th.
"There is a sergent-de-ville to speak with Monsieur," he informed them mysteriously, but with a Frenchman's full appreciation of the ruptured tête-
Still pursuing, now I threaded quay and square, street and alley, till he disappeared in a small shop, in one of those dark crowded lanes leading eastward from the Pont Neuf, in the city. It was the sign of a marchand des armures, and, having provided myself with those persuasive arguments, a sergent-de-ville and a gendarme, I entered. A place more characteristic it would be impossible to find.
And as the crowd collected and the sergent-de-ville arrived, he was seen painfully and deliberately freeing his one uninjured arm, feeling carefully in pocket after pocket, and, as he drew his last breath, holding up triumphantly the exact number of francs the Parisian on foot then had to pay for venturing rashly to get in the way of the Paris driver.
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