Monsieur Lecoq eBook

Émile Gaboriau
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 365 pages of information about Monsieur Lecoq.

“Oh!  I have means of verifying my assertion,” interrupted the governor; “and I hope before the end of the next twenty-four hours that our man will have been identified, either by the police or by one of his fellow-prisoners.”

With these words he took his leave.  Scarcely had he done so than Lecoq sprang to his feet.  The young detective was furious.  “You see that Gevrol already speaks ill of me; he is jealous.”

“Ah, well! what does that matter to you?  If you succeed, you will have your revenge.  If you are mistaken—­then I am mistaken, too.”

Then, as it was already late, M. Segmuller confided to Lecoq’s keeping the various articles the latter had accumulated in support of his theory.  He also placed in his hands the diamond earring, the owner of which must be discovered; and the letter signed “Lacheneur,” which had been found in the pocket of the spurious soldier.  Having given him full instructions, he asked him to make his appearance promptly on the morrow, and then dismissed him, saying:  “Now go; and may good luck attend you!”


Long, narrow, and low of ceiling, having on the one side a row of windows looking on to a small courtyard, and on the other a range of doors, each with a number on its central panel, thus reminding one of some corridor in a second-rate hotel, such is the Galerie d’Instruction at the Palais de Justice whereby admittance is gained into the various rooms occupied by the investigating magistrates.  Even in the daytime, when it is thronged with prisoners, witnesses, and guards, it is a sad and gloomy place.  But it is absolutely sinister of aspect at night-time, when deserted, and only dimly lighted by the smoky lamp of a solitary attendant, waiting for the departure of some magistrate whom business has detained later than usual.

Although Lecoq was not sensitive to such influences, he made haste to reach the staircase and thus escape the echo of his footsteps, which sounded most drearily in the silence and darkness pervading the gallery.

Finding an open window on the floor below, he looked out to ascertain the state of the weather.  The temperature was much milder; the snow had altogether disappeared, and the pavement was almost dry.  A slight haze, illumined by the ruddy glare of the street lamps, hung like a purple mantle over the city.  The streets below were full of animation; vehicles were rolling rapidly to and fro, and the footways were too narrow for the bustling crowd, which, now that the labors of the day were ended, was hastening homeward or in search of pleasure.

The sight drew a sigh from the young detective.  “And it is in this great city,” he murmured, “in the midst of this world of people that I must discover the traces of a person I don’t even know!  Is it possible to accomplish such a feat?”

The feeling of despondency that had momentarily surprised him was not, however, of long duration.  “Yes, it is possible,” cried an inward voice.  “Besides, it must be done; your future depends upon it.  Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”  Ten seconds later he was in the street, more than ever inflamed with hope and courage.

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