Part 4 (1/2)
”_Inventory of the doc.u.ments which were submitted to me by the Second Bureau of the Staff Headquarters, for which I have signed a receipt, and I have undertaken to return and deliver them up to the Second Bureau of the Staff Headquarters, Monday, November 7th, when given a receipt to that effect._”
”Well, what of it?”
”Well,” replied Juve. ”Compare the doc.u.ments given on this list with those we have found in this portfolio ... they tally.”...
”Of course. That only proves, I imagine, that this officer died at the very moment when he was on the way to his office to return the papers entrusted to him. What do you see surprising in that?”
Juve shook his head. ”I see, Monsieur, that what I feared is true: yes, this is certainly the list of doc.u.ments contained in this portfolio, but.”...
”But, one is missing!”
The two men checked the papers of Captain Brocq. Juve was right. There was a doc.u.ment missing--Number Six.
”Whew!” murmured the superintendent. ”How are we to know whether this doc.u.ment has been dropped in the taxi, or has already been returned by the captain, or whether.”...
”Or whether it has been stolen from him,” finished Juve.
The supposition which the detective had put into words was so grave, so terrible, so weighty in its consequence that the superintendent cried, in a shaking voice:
”Robbed! Robbed! But by whom? Where? How? On the way from the Place de l'etoile here? While the body was being brought to the police station?... Juve, it's incredible!”
Juve was walking up and down, up and down. ”I don't like affairs of this sort, in which officers are involved, and most particularly officers connected with the Second Bureau of the Military Staff: they require the most careful handling.... You never know where they will lead. These officers are, owing to their functions, the masters of all the military defences of France.... Confound it!”
Juve stopped short. ”You had better let me see the body of this poor fellow.”
”Certainly!”...
The superintendent led Juve towards one of the rooms, where the corpse of Captain Brocq was: it had been laid down on the floor. Pious hands had lighted a mortuary candle, and, in view of the position held by the dead man, two of the police staff were keeping watch and ward until someone came to claim the body of the deceased.
Juve examined the corpse. ”A fine fellow!” he said quietly.
He turned to the superintendent.
”You told me just now that Prof. Barrell chanced to be present at the moment of death?”
”That is so.”
”What did he suppose was the cause of death?”
The superintendent smiled. ”Now you have it! Possibly you can throw light on it, my dear Juve, for I could hardly make head or tail of his diagnostic. The professor claims that death is due to a _phenomenon of inhibition_. What does that mean exactly?”
Juve shrugged his shoulders.
”Inhibition!... Peuh!... It is a learned word--very learned!”...
”Which means to say?”... pressed the superintendent.
”It does not mean anything.”
Juve's tone was a mixture of contempt and anger. The superintendent was staggered. Juve's anger increased.