The sight pleased him, and he at once called out: "M. Tabaret!"
But the old fellow, who showed signs of the most intense agitation, was
scarcely disposed to stop, or to lose a single minute.
"You must excuse me, sir," he said, bowing, "but I am expected at home."
"I hope, however--"
"Oh, he is innocent," interrupted old Tabaret. "I have already some
proofs; and before three days--But you are going to see Gevrol's man
with the earrings. He is very cunning, Gevrol; I misjudged him."
And without listening to another word, he hurried away, jumping down
three steps at a times, at the risk of breaking his neck.
M. Daburon, greatly disappointed, also hastened on.
In the passage, on a bench of rough wood before his office door, Albert
sat awaiting him, under the charge of a Garde de Paris.
"You will be summoned immediately, sir," said the magistrate to the
prisoner, as he opened his door.
In the office, Constant was talking with a skinny little man, who
might have been taken, from his dress, for a well-to-do inhabitant of
Batignolles, had it not been for the enormous pin in imitation gold
which shone in his cravat, and betrayed the detective.
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