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murderer was not wounded at all。  Monsieur Rouletabille; the murderer
bled at the nose!〃

The great Fred spoke quite seriously。  However; I could not refrain
from uttering an exclamation。

The reporter looked gravely at Fred; who looked gravely at him。
And Fred immediately concluded:

〃The man allowed the blood to flow into his hand and handkerchief;
and dried his hand on the wall。  The fact is highly important;〃 he
added; 〃because there is no need of his being wounded in the hand
for him to be the murderer。〃

Rouletabille seemed to be thinking deeply。  After a moment he
said:

〃There is something … a something; Monsieur Frederic Larsan; much
graver than the misuse of logic the disposition of mind in some
detectives which makes them; in perfect good faith; twist logic to
the necessities of their preconceived ideas。  You; already; have
your idea about the murderer; Monsieur Fred。  Don't deny it; and
your theory demands that the murderer should not have been wounded
in the hand; otherwise it comes to nothing。  And you have searched;
and have found something else。  It's dangerous; very dangerous;
Monsieur Fred; to go from a preconceived idea to find the proofs to
fit it。  That method may lead you far astray Beware of judicial
error; Monsieur Fred; it will trip you up!〃

And laughing a little; in a slightly bantering tone; his hands in
his pockets; Rouletabille fixed his cunning eyes on the great Fred。

Frederic Larsan silently contemplated the young reporter who
pretended to be as wise as himself。  Shrugging his shoulders; he
bowed to us and moved quickly away; hitting the stones on his path
with his stout cane。

Rouletabille watched his retreat; and then turned toward us; his
face joyous and triumphant。

〃I shall beat him!〃 he cried。  〃I shall beat the great Fred; clever
as he is; I shall beat them all!〃

And he danced a double shuffle。  Suddenly he stopped。  My eyes
followed his gaze; they were fixed on Monsieur Robert Darzac; who
was looking anxiously at the impression left by his feet side by
side with the elegant footmarks。  There was not a particle of
difference between them!

We thought he was about to faint。  His eyes; bulging with terror;
avoided us; while his right hand; with a spasmodic movement;
twitched at the beard that covered his honest; gentle; and now
despairing face。  At length regaining his self…possession; he bowed
to us; and remarking; in a changed voice; that he was obliged to
return to the chateau; left us。

〃The deuce!〃 exclaimed Rouletabille。

He; also; appeared to be deeply concerned。  From his pocket…book he
took a piece of white paper as I had seen him do before; and with
his scissors; cut out the shape of the neat bootmarks that were on
the ground。  Then he fitted the new paper pattern with the one he
had previously made … the two were exactly alike。  Rising;
Rouletabille exclaimed again: 〃The deuce!〃  Presently he added:
〃Yet I believe Monsieur Robert Darzac to be an honest man。〃  He
then led me on the road to the Donjon Inn; which we could see on
the highway; by the side of a small clump of trees。





CHAPTER X

We Shall Have to Eat Red Meat … Now〃


The Donjon Inn was of no imposing appearance; but I like these
buildings with their rafters blackened with age and the smoke of
their hearths … these inns of the coaching…days; crumbling erections
that will soon exist in the memory only。  They belong to the bygone
days; they are linked with history。  They make us think of the Road;
of those days when highwaymen rode。

I saw at once that the Donjon Inn was at least two centuries old
… perhaps older。  Under its sign…board; over the threshold; a man
with a crabbed…looking face was standing; seemingly plunged in
unpleasant thought; if the wrinkles on his forehead and the knitting
of his brows were any indication。

When we were close to him; he deigned to see us and asked us; in a
tone anything but engaging; whether we wanted anything。  He was; no
doubt; the not very amiable landlord of this charming dwelling…place。
As we expressed a hope that he would be good enough to furnish us
with a breakfast; he assured us that he had no provisions; regarding
us; as he said this; with a look that was unmistakably suspicious。

〃You may take us in;〃 Rouletabille said to him; 〃we are not
policemen。〃

〃I'm not afraid of the police … I'm not afraid of anyone!〃 replied
the man。

I had made my friend understand by a sign that we should do better
not to insist; but; being determined to enter the inn; he slipped
by the man on the doorstep and was in the common room。

〃Come on;〃 he said; 〃it is very comfortable here。〃

A good fire was blazing in the chimney; and we held our hands to
the warmth it sent out; it was a morning in which the approach of
winter was unmistakable。  The room was a tolerably large one;
furnished with two heavy tables; some stools; a counter decorated
with rows of bottles of syrup and alcohol。  Three windows looked
out on to the road。  A coloured advertisement lauded the many
merits of a new vermouth。  On the mantelpiece was arrayed the
innkeeper's collection of figured earthenware pots and stone jugs。

〃That's a fine fire for roasting a chicken;〃 said Rouletabille。
〃We have no chicken … not even a wretched rabbit;〃 said the
landlord。

〃I know;〃 said my friend slowly; 〃I know … We shall have to eat red
meat … now。〃

I confess I did not in the least understand what Rouletabille meant
by what he had said; but the landlord; as soon as he heard the words;
uttered an oath; which he at once stifled; and placed himself at our
orders as obediently as Monsieur Robert Darzac had done; when he
heard Rouletabille's prophetic sentence … 〃The presbytery has lost
nothing of its charm; nor the garden its brightness。〃  Certainly my
friend knew how to make people understand him by the use of wholly
incomprehensible phrases。  I observed as much to him; but he merely
smiled。  I should have proposed that he give me some explanation;
but he put a finger to his lips; which evidently signified that he
had not only determined not to speak; but also enjoined silence on
my part。

Meantime the man had pushed open a little side door and called to
somebody to bring him half a dozen eggs and a piece of beefsteak。
The commission was quickly executed by a strongly…built young woman
with beautiful blonde hair and large; handsome eyes; who regarded
us with curiosity。

The innkeeper said to her roughly:

〃Get out!  … and if the Green Man comes; don't let me see him。〃

She disappeared。  Rouletabille took the eggs; which had been brought
to him in a bowl; and the meat which was on a dish; placed all
carefully beside him in the chimney; unhooked a frying…pan and a
gridiron; and began to beat up our omelette before proceeding to
grill our beefsteak。  He then ordered two bottles of cider; and
seemed to take as little notice of our host as our host did of him。
The landlord let us do our own cooking and set our table near one
of the windows。

Suddenly I heard him mutter:

〃Ah! … there he is。〃

His face had changed; expressing fierce hatred。  He went and glued
himself to one of the windows; watching the road。  There was no need
for me to draw Rouletabille's attention; he had already left our
omelette and had joined the landlord at the window。  I went with him。

A man dressed entirely in green velvet; his head covered with a
huntsman's cap of the same colour; was advancing leisurely; lighting
a pipe as he walked。  He carried a fowling…piece slung at his back。
His movements displayed an almost aristocratic ease。  He wore
eye…glasses and appeared to be about five and forty years of age。
His hair as well as his moustache were salt grey。  He was remarkably
handsome。  As he passed near the inn; he hesitated; as if asking
himself whether or no he should enter it; gave a glance towards us;
took a few whiffs at his pipe; and then resumed his walk at the same
nonchalant pace。

Rouletabille and I looked at our host。  His flashing eyes; his
clenched hands; his trembling lips; told us of the tumultuous
feelings by which he was being agitated。

〃He has done well not to come in here to…day!〃 he hissed。

〃Who is that man?〃 asked Rouletabille; returning to his omelette。

〃The Green Man;〃 growled the innkeeper。  〃Don't you know him?  Then
all the better for you。  He is not an acquaintance to make。 … Well;
he is Monsieur Stangerson's forest…keeper。〃

〃You don't appear to like him very much?〃 asked the reporter;
pouring his omelette into the frying…pan。

〃Nobody likes him; monsieur。  He's an upstart who must once have
had a fortune of his own; and he forgives nobody because; in order
to live; he has been compelled to become a servant。  A keeper is as
much a servant as any other; isn't he?  Upon my word; one would say
that he is the master of the Glandier; and that all the land and
woods belong to him。  He'll not let a poor creature eat a morsel of
bread on the grass his grass!〃

〃Does he often come here?〃

〃Too often。  But I've made him understand that his face doesn't
please me; and; for a month past; he hasn't been here。  The Donjon
Inn has never existed for him! … he hasn't ha

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