"Impossible, I may have need of you here."
"I desired, sir, to collect certain evidence and an opportunity to do so
may not present itself again."
The magistrate perhaps fathomed the young man's motive. "Then, let it be
so," he replied, "but after your task is completed you must wait for
me at the prefecture, where I shall proceed as soon as I have finished
here. You may go."
Lecoq did not wait for the order to be repeated. He snatched up the
papers, and hastened away.
He literally flew over the ground, and strange to say he no longer
experienced any fatigue from the labors of the preceding night. Never
had he felt so strong and alert, either in body or mind. He was
very hopeful of success. He had every confidence in himself, and his
happiness would indeed have been complete if he had had another judge
to deal with. But M. d'Escorval overawed him to such a degree that he
became almost paralyzed in his presence. With what a disdainful glance
the magistrate had surveyed him! With what an imperious tone he had
imposed silence upon him--and that, too, when he had found his work
deserving of commendation.
"Still, never mind," the young detective mentally exclaimed, "no one
ever tastes perfect happiness here below."
And concentrating all his thoughts on the task before him, he hurried on
his way.
VII
When, after a rapid walk of twenty minutes, Lecoq reached the police
station near the Barriere d'Italie, the doorkeeper, with his pipe in
his mouth, was pacing slowly to and fro before the guard-house.
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