Part 11 (1/2)
”Oh, sir, what news have you for me? Is there any hope?” asked the old lady, in a tone of entreaty.
”The enquiry is proceeding very satisfactorily,” said Renine, ”and you may hope for the best. For the moment, I want you to give me some very important particulars. On the day of the murder, did Gaston Dutreuil come to your house?”
”Yes, he came to fetch my daughter and myself, after lunch.”
”Did he know at the time that M. Guillaume had sixty thousand francs at his place?”
”Yes, I told him.”
”And that Jacques Aubrieux was not feeling very well and was proposing not to take his usual cycle-ride but to stay at home and sleep?”
”Yes.”
”You are sure?”
”Absolutely certain.”
”And you all three went to the cinema together?”
”Yes.”
”And you were all sitting together?”
”Oh, no! There was no room. He took a seat farther away.”
”A seat where you could see him?”
”No.”
”But he came to you during the interval?”
”No, we did not see him until we were going out.”
”There is no doubt of that?”
”None at all.”
”Very well, madame. I will tell you the result of my efforts in an hour's time. But above all, don't wake up Madame Aubrieux.”
”And suppose she wakes of her own accord?”
”Rea.s.sure her and give her confidence. Everything is going well, very well indeed.”
He hung up the receiver and turned to Dutreuil, laughing:
”Ha, ha, my boy! Things are beginning to look clearer. What do you say?”
It was difficult to tell what these words meant or what conclusions Renine had drawn from his conversation. The silence was painful and oppressive.
”Mr. Chief-Inspector, you have some of your men outside, haven't you?”