Daburon, "if I would have all my
measures well taken. I must at once see the public prosecutor, whether
he is up or not. I shall go direct from his house to the Palais de
Justice, and be there before eight o'clock; and I desire, M. Tabaret,
that you will there await my orders."
The old fellow bowed his thanks and was about to leave, when the
magistrate's servant appeared.
"Here is a note, sir," said he, "which a gendarme has just brought from
Bougival. He waits an answer."
"Very well," replied M. Daburon. "Ask the man to have some refreshment;
at least offer him a glass of wine."
He opened the envelope. "Ah!" he cried, "a letter from Gevrol;" and he
read:
"'To the investigating magistrate. Sir, I have the honour to inform you,
that I am on the track of the man with the earrings. I heard of him at
a wine shop, which he entered on Sunday morning, before going to Widow
Lerouge's cottage. He bought, and paid for two litres of wine; then,
suddenly striking his forehead, he cried, "Old fool! to forget that
to-morrow is the boat's fete day!" and immediately called for three
more litres. According to the almanac the boat must be called the
Saint-Martin.
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