She gave a start of revolt.
"Oh, never! The man of whom you speak is incapable"
"Ah," he cried, overcome with jealousy, "you confess it! So the man of whom I speak exists! I swear that the villain"
He turned toward M. Desmalions, his face convulsed with hatred. He made no further effort to contain himself:
"Monsieur le Préfet, we are in sight of the goal. I know the road that will lead us to it. The wild beast shall be hunted down to-night, or to-morrow at least. Monsieur le Préfet, the letter that accompanied those documents, the unsigned letter which this young lady handed you, was written by the mother superior who manages a nursing-home in the Avenue des Ternes.
"By making immediate inquiries at that nursing-home, by questioning the superior and confronting her with Mlle. Levasseur, we shall discover the identity of the criminal himself. But we must not lose a minute, or we shall be too late and the wild beast will have fled."
His outburst was irresistible. There was no fighting against the violence of his conviction. Still, M. Desmalions objected:
"Mlle. Levasseur could tell us"
"She will not speak, or at least not till later, when the man has been unmasked in her presence. Monsieur le Préfet, I entreat you to have the same confidence in me as before. Have not all my promises been fulfilled? Have confidence, Monsieur le Préfet; cast aside your doubts. Remember how Marie Fauville and Gaston Sauverand were overwhelmed with charges, the most serious charges, and how they succumbed in spite of their innocence.
