The last article noted down, M. Tabaret approached the commissary of
police.
"I have everything I could desire," he whispered.
"And I have finished," replied the commissary. "Our prisoner does not
appear to know exactly how to act. You heard what he said. He gave in at
once. I suppose YOU will call it lack of experience."
"In the middle of the day," replied the amateur detective in a whisper,
"he would not have been quite so crestfallen. But early in the morning,
suddenly awakened, you know--Always arrest a person early in the
morning, when he's hungry, and only half awake."
"I have questioned some of the servants. Their evidence is rather
peculiar."
"Very well; we shall see. But I must hurry off and find the
investigating magistrate, who is impatiently expecting me."
Albert was beginning to recover a little from the stupor into which he
had been plunged by the entrance of the commissary of police.
"Sir," he asked, "will you permit me to say a few words in your presence
to the Count de Commarin? I am the victim of some mistake, which will be
very soon discovered."
"It's always a mistake," muttered old Tabaret.
"What you ask is impossible," replied the commissary.
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