Volume VI Part 48 (2/2)
And they waited At the end of two or three ain pulled the bell several times in succession They noted a noise froht step approached So to spy as there The journalist then rapped smartly on the panel of the door A voice, a wouise asked: ”Who is there?”
The commissary replied: ”Open, in the name of the law”
The voice repeated: ”Who are you?”
”I am the commissary of police Open the door, or I will have it broken in”
The voice went on: ”What do you want?”
Du Roy said: ”It is I It is useless to seek to escape”
The light steps, the tread of bare feet, was heard to withdraw, and then in a few seconds to return
George said: ”If you won't open, ill break in the door”
He grasped the handle, and pushed sloith his shoulder As there was no longer any reply, he suddenly gave such a violent and vigorous shock that the old lock gave way The screere torn out of the wood, and he al in the ante-roos bare, and a candle in her hand
He exclaimed: ”It is she, we have the taken off his hat, followed hi the way They crossed a drawing-room, the uncleaned table of which displayed the rene bottles, an open pot of fatted goose liver, the body of a fowl, and some half-eaten bits of bread Two plates piled on the sideboard were piled with oyster shells
The bedroole A dress was thrown over a chair, a pair of trousers hung astride the are and two small, lay on their sides at the foot of the bed It was the roos, with co smell of all such places, the odor of all the people who had slept or lived there a day or six months A plate of cakes, a bottle of chartreuse, and two liqueur glasses, still half full, encumbered the mantel-shelf The upper part of the bronze clock was hidden by a man's hat
The coht in the face, said: ”You are Madae Du Roy, journalist, here present?”
She uttered in a choking voice: ”Yes, sir”
”What are you doing here?” She did not answer
The co here? I find you away from home, almost undressed, in furnished apartments What did you come here for?” He waited for a few moments Then, as she still remained silent, he continued: ”Since you will not confess, s”
In the bed could be seen the outline of a form hidden beneath the clothes The commissary approached and said: ”Sir”
The man in bed did not stir He seemed to have his back turned, and his head buried under a pillow The commissary touched what see of you, force me to take action”
But the form still remained as motionless as a corpse Du Roy, who had advanced quickly, seized the bed-clothes, pulled the away the pillow, revealed the pale face of Monsieur Laroche-Mathieu He bent over hi with the desire to seize hile hie of your infaain asked: ”Who are you?”
The bewildered lover not replying, he continued: ”I am a commissary of police, and I sue, as quivering with brutal wrath, shouted: ”Answer, you coward, or I will tell your name myself”
Then the ht not to allow me to be insulted by this person Is it with you or with him that I have to do? Is it to you or to him that I have to answer?”
His mouth seemed to be dried up as he spoke
The commissary replied: ”With me, sir; with me alone I ask you who you are?”