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But
the
commissary
,
less
romantic
,
and
more
practical
,
took
up
the
tale
:
“
But
did
not
you
reclose
and
lock
the
door
when
you
departed
.
”
“
That
’
s
just
it
,
”
I
said
slowly
.
“
That
’
s
what
I
blame
myself
for
so
terribly
.
My
friend
was
upset
at
the
sight
.
She
nearly
fainted
.
I
got
her
some
brandy
and
water
,
and
afterwards
insisted
on
accompanying
her
back
to
town
.
In
the
excitement
,
I
forgot
to
relock
the
door
.
I
only
did
so
when
I
got
back
to
the
Villa
.
”
“
Then
for
twenty
minutes
at
least
—
”
said
the
commissary
slowly
.
He
stopped
.
“
Exactly
,
”
I
said
.
“
Twenty
minutes
,
”
mused
the
commissary
.
“
It
is
deplorable
,
”
said
M
.
Hautet
,
his
sternness
of
manner
returning
.
“
Without
precedent
.
”
Suddenly
another
voice
spoke
.
“
You
find
it
deplorable
,
M
.
le
juge
?
”
asked
Giraud
.
“
Certainly
I
do
.
”