A more complete
search would have been impossible. In each of the rooms and passages
that Lecoq entered not a nook was left unexplored, not a corner was
forgotten. At length, after two hours' continuous work, Lecoq returned
to the first floor. Only five or six servants had accompanied him on his
tour of inspection. The others had dropped off one by one, weary of this
adventure, which had at first possessed the attractions of a pleasure
party.
"You have seen everything, gentlemen," declared an old footman.
"Everything!" interrupted the Suisse, "everything! Certainly not.
There are the private apartments of Monseigneur and those of Madame la
Duchesse still to be explored."
"Alas!" murmured Lecoq, "What good would it be?"
But the Suisse had already gone to rap gently at one of the doors
opening into the hall. His interest equaled that of the detectives. They
had seen the murderer enter; he had not seen him go out; therefore the
man was in the house and he wished him to be found.
The door at which he had knocked soon opened, and the grave,
clean-shaven face of Otto, the duke's first valet de chambre, showed
itself. "What the deuce do you want?" he asked in surly tones.
"To enter Monseigneur's room," replied the Suisse, "in order to see if
the fugitive has not taken refuge there."
"Are you crazy?" exclaimed the head valet de chambre. "How could any
one have entered here? Besides, I can't suffer Monsieur le Duc to be
disturbed.
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