Part 15 (1/2)
”That I swear it shall!”
”You're right; let's swear. Let us swear that this dead pair shall be avenged. Let us swear not to lay down our arms until the murderers of Hippolyte Fauville and his son are punished as they deserve.”
”I swear it as I hope to be saved, Chief.”
”Good!” said Perenna. ”And now to work. You go and telephone at once to the police office. I am sure that M. Desmalions will approve of your informing him without delay. He takes an immense interest in the case.”
”And if the servants come? If Mme. Fauville--?”
”No one will come till we open the doors; and we shan't open them except to the Prefect of Police. It will be for him, afterward, to tell Mme.
Fauville that she is a widow and that she has no son. Go! Hurry!”
”One moment, Chief; we are forgetting something that will help us enormously.”
”What's that?”
”The little drab-cloth diary in the safe, in which M. Fauville describes the plot against him.”
”Why, of course!” said Perenna. ”You're right ... especially as he omitted to mix up the letters of the lock last night, and the key is on the bunch which he left lying on the table.”
They ran down the stairs.
”Leave this to me,” said Mazeroux. ”It's more regular that you shouldn't touch the safe.”
He took the bunch, moved the gla.s.s case, and inserted the key with a feverish emotion which Don Luis felt even more acutely than he did. They were at last about to know the details of the mysterious story. The dead man himself would betray the secret of his murderers.
”Lord, what a time you take!” growled Don Luis.
Mazeroux plunged both hands into the crowd of papers that enc.u.mbered the iron shelf.
”Well, Mazeroux, hand it over.”
”What?”
”The diary.”
”I can't Chief.”
”What's that?”
”It's gone.”
Don Luis stifled an oath. The drab-cloth diary, which the engineer had placed in the safe before their eyes, had disappeared.
Mazeroux shook his head.
”Dash it all! So they knew about that diary!”
”Of course they did; and they knew plenty of other things besides.
We've not seen the end of it with those fellows. There's no time to lose. Ring up!”