Part 12 (1/2)
”The bottle had been opened by Jacques Aubrieux at lunch, in his own house, and it was you who took it with you to serve as evidence.”
”Funnier and funnier!” cried Dutreuil, who had the air of being frankly amused. ”Then I contrived the whole affair so that Jacques Aubrieux might be accused of the crime?”
”It was the safest means of not being accused yourself.”
”Yes, but Jacques is a friend whom I have known from childhood.”
”You're in love with his wife.”
The young man gave a sudden, infuriated start:
”You dare!... What! You dare make such an infamous suggestion?”
”I have proof of it.”
”That's a lie! I have always respected Madeleine Aubrieux and revered her....”
”Apparently. But you're in love with her. You desire her. Don't contradict me. I have abundant proof of it.”
”That's a lie, I tell you! You have only known me a few hours!”
”Come, come! I've been quietly watching you for days, waiting for the moment to pounce upon you.”
He took the young man by the shoulders and shook him:
”Come, Dutreuil, confess! I hold all the proofs in my hand. I have witnesses whom we shall meet presently at the criminal investigation department. Confess, can't you? In spite of everything, you're tortured by remorse. Remember your dismay, at the restaurant, when you had seen the newspaper. What? Jacques Aubrieux condemned to die? That's more than you bargained for! Penal servitude would have suited your book; but the scaffold!... Jacques Aubrieux executed to-morrow, an innocent man!...
Confess, won't you? Confess to save your own skin! Own up!”
Bending over the other, he was trying with all his might to extort a confession from him. But Dutreuil drew himself up and coldly, with a sort of scorn in his voice, said:
”Sir, you are a madman. Not a word that you have said has any sense in it.
All your accusations are false. What about the bank-notes? Did you find them at my place as you said you would?”
Renine, exasperated, clenched his fist in his face:
”Oh, you swine, I'll dish you yet, I swear I will!”
He drew the inspector aside:
”Well, what do you say to it? An arrant rogue, isn't he?”
The inspector nodded his head:
”It may be.... But, all the same ... so far there's no real evidence.”
”Wait, M. Morisseau,” said Renine. ”Wait until we've had our interview with M. Dudouis. For we shall see M. Dudouis at the prefecture, shall we not?”
”Yes, he'll be there at three o'clock.”
”Well, you'll be convinced, Mr. Inspector! I tell you here and now that you will be convinced.”