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“
Same
here
.
”
He
stood
there
for
a
moment
,
then
with
an
imperative
gesture
he
waved
me
aside
,
and
once
more
,
on
hands
and
knees
,
he
continued
his
search
of
the
floor
of
the
shed
.
He
was
marvellous
.
Nothing
escaped
him
.
Inch
by
inch
he
went
over
the
floor
,
turning
over
pots
,
examining
old
sacks
.
He
pounced
on
a
bundle
by
the
door
,
but
it
proved
to
be
only
a
ragged
coat
and
trousers
,
and
he
flung
it
down
again
with
a
snarl
.
Two
pairs
of
old
gloves
interested
him
,
but
in
the
end
he
shook
his
head
and
laid
them
aside
.
Then
he
went
back
to
the
pots
,
methodically
turning
them
over
one
by
one
.
In
the
end
,
he
rose
to
his
feet
,
and
shook
his
head
thoughtfully
.
He
seemed
baffled
and
perplexed
.
I
think
he
had
forgotten
my
presence
.
But
,
at
that
moment
,
a
stir
and
bustle
was
heard
outside
,
and
our
old
friend
,
the
examining
magistrate
,
accompanied
by
his
clerk
and
M
.
Bex
,
with
the
doctor
behind
him
,
came
bustling
in
.
“
But
this
is
extraordinary
,
Mr
.
Giraud
,
”
cried
M
.
Hautet
.
“
Another
crime
!
Ah
,
we
have
not
got
to
the
bottom
of
this
case
.
There
is
some
deep
mystery
here
.
But
who
is
the
victim
this
time
?
”
“
That
is
just
what
nobody
can
tell
us
,
M
.
le
juge
.
He
has
not
been
identified
.
”
“
Where
is
the
body
?
”
asked
the
doctor
.
Giraud
moved
aside
a
little
.
“
There
in
the
corner
.
He
has
been
stabbed
to
the
heart
,
as
you
see
.
And
with
the
dagger
that
was
stolen
yesterday
morning
.
I
fancy
that
the
murder
followed
hard
upon
the
theft
—
but
that
is
for
you
to
say
.
You
can
handle
the
dagger
freely
—
there
are
no
finger
-
prints
on
it
.
”
The
doctor
knelt
down
by
the
dead
man
,
and
Giraud
turned
to
the
examining
magistrate
