. Monsieur Lecoq & The honor of the name . uicide,he asked himself with anguish what would become of himwhen he threw aside his magistrates robes. Then he turnedagain to the business in hand. In any case, innocent or guilty,Albert was really the Vicomte de Commarin, the comtes legiti-mate son. But was he guilty? Evidently he was not. Ithink, exclaimed M. Daburon suddenly, I must speak to theComte de Commarin. Constant, send to his house a messagefor him to come here at once; if he is not at home, he mustbe sought for. M. Daburon felt that an unpleasant duty was before him. Hewould be obliged t
. Monsieur Lecoq & The honor of the name . uicide,he asked himself with anguish what would become of himwhen he threw aside his magistrates robes. Then he turnedagain to the business in hand. In any case, innocent or guilty,Albert was really the Vicomte de Commarin, the comtes legiti-mate son. But was he guilty? Evidently he was not. Ithink, exclaimed M. Daburon suddenly, I must speak to theComte de Commarin. Constant, send to his house a messagefor him to come here at once; if he is not at home, he mustbe sought for. M. Daburon felt that an unpleasant duty was before him. Hewould be obliged to say to the old nobleman: Sir, your legiti-mate son is not Noel, but Albert. As a compensation, though,he could tell him that Albert was innocent. To Noel he wouldalso have to tell the truth: hurl him to earth, after havingraised him among the clouds. What a blow it would be ! But,without doubt, the comte would make him some compensation;at least, he ought to. Now, murmured the magistrate, who can be the criminal ? THE LEROUGE AFFAIR B89. Q LD TABARET talked, but he acted also. Lavish with his^^ money, the old fellow had gathered together a dozen detec-tives on leave or rogues out of work: and at the head of theseworthy assistants, seconded by his friend Lecoq. he had goneto Bougival. He had actually searched the country, house byhouse, with the obstinacy and the patience of a maniac huntingfor a needle in a haystack. After three days investigation, he felt comparatively certainthat the assassin had not left the train at Rueil, as all thepeople of Bougival, La Jonchere. and Marly do, but had goneon as far as Chatou. Tabaret thought he recognized him ina man described to him by the porters at that station as ratheryoung, dark, and with black whiskers, carrying an overcoatand an umbrella. This person, who arrived by the train whichleft Paris for St. Germain at thirty-five minutes past eight inthe evening, had appeared to be in a very great hurry. Onquitting the station, he had s
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