He
wrapped everything he found worth taking in the napkin which was to have
served him at dinner, and blowing out the candle, he fled, locking the
door on the outside, and throwing the key into a ditch. And that is
all."
"M. Tabaret," said the magistrate, "your investigation is admirable; and
I am persuaded your inferences are correct."
"Ah!" cried Lecoq, "is he not colossal, my old Tirauclair?"
"Pyramidal!" cried Gevrol ironically. "I fear, however, your
well-dressed young man must have been just a little embarrassed in
carrying a bundle covered with a snow white napkin, which could be so
easily seen from a distance.
"He did not carry it a hundred leagues," responded old Tabaret. "You may
well believe, that, to reach the railway station, he was not fool enough
to take the omnibus. No, he returned on foot by the shortest way, which
borders the river. Now on reaching the Seine, unless he is more knowing
than I take him to be, his first care was to throw this tell-tale bundle
into the water."
"Do you believe so, M. Tirauclair?" asked Gevrol.
"I don't mind making a bet on it; and the best evidence of my belief
is, that I have sent three men, under the surveillance of a gendarme, to
drag the Seine at the nearest spot from here.
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