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“Do you know anything?”

“Yes, monsieur le baron.”

“About the murder of that poor Lavernoux?”

“Yes, monsieur le baron, and about madame le baronne also.”

“Do you really mean it? Quick, I entreat you….”

He pushed forward a chair. Lupin sat down and began:

“Monsieur le baron, the circumstances are very serious. I will be brief.”

“Yes, do, please.”

“Well, monsieur le baron, in a few words, it amounts to this: five or six hours ago, Lavernoux, who, for the last fortnight, had been kept in a sort of enforced confinement by his doctor, Lavernoux—how shall I put it?—telegraphed certain revelations by means of signals which were partly taken down by me and which put me on the track of this case. He himself was surprised in the act of making this communication and was murdered.”

“But by whom? By whom?”

“By his doctor.”

“Who is this doctor?”

“I don’t know. But one of M. Lavernoux’s friends, an Englishman called Hargrove, the friend, in fact, with whom he was communicating, is bound to know and is also bound to know the exact and complete meaning of the communication, because, without waiting for the end, he jumped into a motor-cab and drove to the Prefecture of Police.”