It was only too clear;
Mme. Sauvresy had paid Robelot forty thousand francs for the bottle
of poison. There was nothing more to learn at his house. They
locked the money up in the secretary, and affixed seals everywhere,
leaving two men on guard.
But M. Lecoq was not quite satisfied yet. What was the manuscript
which Plantat had read? At first he had thought that it was simply
a copy of the papers confided to him by Sauvresy; but it could not
be that; Sauvresy couldn't have thus described the last agonizing
scenes of his life. This mystery mightily worried the detective
and dampened the joy he felt at having solved the crime at
Valfeuillu. He made one more attempt to surprise Plantat into
satisfying his curiosity. Taking him by the coat-lapel, he drew
him into the embrasure of a window, and with his most innocent air,
said:
"I beg your pardon, are we going back to your house?"
"Why should we? You know the doctor is going to meet us here."
"I think we may need the papers you read to us, to convince Monsieur
Domini."
M. Plantat smiled sadly, and looking steadily at him, replied:
"You are very sly, Monsieur Lecoq; but I too am sly enough to keep
the last key of the mystery of which you hold all the others.
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