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âSham!â repeated Beautrelet. âPaper-pulp and plaster!â
âOh, nonsense! It canât be true!â
âHollow plaster, I tell you! Nothing at all!â
The count stooped and picked up a sliver of a statuette.
âLook at it, Monsieur le Comte, and see for yourself: itâs plaster! Rusty, musty, mildewed plaster, made to look like old stoneâ âbut plaster for all that, plaster casts!â âThatâs all that remains of your perfect masterpiece!â âThatâs what theyâve done in just a few days!â âThatâs what the Sieur Charpenais who copied the Rubenses, prepared a year ago.â He seized M. Filleulâs arm in his turn. âWhat do you think of it, Monsieur le Juge dâInstruction? Isnât it fine? Isnât it grand? Isnât it gorgeous? The chapel has been removed! A whole Gothic chapel collected stone by stone! A whole population of statues captured and replaced by these chaps in stucco! One of the most magnificent specimens of an incomparable artistic period confiscated! The chapel, in short, stolen! Isnât it immense? Ah, Monsieur le Juge dâInstruction, what a genius the man is!â
âYouâre allowing yourself to be carried away, M. Beautrelet.â
âOne canât be carried away too much, monsieur, when one has to do with people like that. Everything above the average deserves our admiration. And this man soars above everything. There is in his flight a wealth of imagination, a force and power, a skill and freedom that send a thrill through me!â
âPity heâs dead,â said M. Filleul, with a grin. âHeâd have ended by stealing the towers of Notre-Dame.â
Isidore shrugged his shoulders:
âDonât laugh, monsieur. He upsets you, dead though he may be.â
âI donât say not, I donât say not, M. Beautrelet, I confess that I feel a certain excitement now that I am about to set eyes on himâ âunless, indeed, his friends have taken away the body.â
âAnd always admitting,â observed the Comte de Gesvres, âthat it was really he who was wounded by my poor niece.â
âIt was he, beyond a doubt, Monsieur le Comte,â declared Beautrelet; âit was he, believe me, who fell in the ruins under the shot fired by Mlle. de Saint-VĂ©ran; it was he whom she saw rise and who fell again and dragged himself toward the cloisters to rise again for the last timeâ âthis by a miracle which I will explain to you presentlyâ âto rise again for the last time and reach this stone shelterâ âwhich was to be his tomb.â
And Beautrelet struck the threshold of the chapel with his stick.
âEh? What?â cried M. Filleul, taken aback. âHis tomb?â âDo you think that that impenetrable hiding-placeâ ââ
âIt was hereâ âthere,â he repeated.
âBut we searched it.â
âBadly.â
âThere is no hiding-place here,â protested M. de Gesvres. âI know the chapel.â
âYes, there is, Monsieur le Comte. Go to the mayorâs office at Varengeville, where they have collected all the papers that used to be in the old parish of AmbrumĂ©sy, and you will learn from those papers, which belong to the eighteenth century, that there is a crypt below the chapel. This crypt doubtless dates back to the Roman chapel, upon the site of which the present one was built.â
âBut how can Lupin have known this detail?â asked M. Filleul.
âIn a very simple manner: because of the works which he had to execute to take away the chapel.â
âCome, come, M. Beautrelet, youâre exaggerating. He has not taken away the whole chapel. Look, not one of the stones of this top course has been touched.â
âObviously, he cast and took away only what had a financial value: the wrought stones, the sculptures, the statuettes, the whole treasure of little columns and carved arches. He did not trouble about the groundwork of the building itself. The foundations remain.â
âTherefore, M. Beautrelet, Lupin was not able to make his way into the crypt.â
At that moment, M. de Gesvres, who had been to call a servant, returned with the key of the chapel. He opened the door. The three men entered. After a short examination Beautrelet said:
âThe flagstones on the ground have been respected, as one might expect. But it is easy to perceive that the high altar is nothing more than a cast. Now, generally, the staircase leading to the crypt opens in front of the high altar and passes under it.â
âWhat do you conclude?â
âI conclude that Lupin discovered the crypt when working at the altar.â
The count sent for a pickaxe and Beautrelet attacked the altar. The plaster flew to right and left. He pushed the pieces aside as he went on.
âBy Jove!â muttered M. Filleul, âI am eager to knowâ ââ
âSo am I,â said Beautrelet, whose face was pale with anguish.
He hurried his blows. And, suddenly, his pickaxe, which, until then, had encountered no resistance, struck against a harder material and rebounded. There was a sound of something falling in; and all that remained of the altar went tumbling into the gap after the block of stone which had been struck by the pickaxe. Beautrelet bent forward. A puff of cold air rose to his face. He lit a match and moved it from side to side over the gap:
âThe staircase begins farther forward than I expected, under the entrance-flags, almost. I can see the last steps, there, right at the bottom.â
âIs it deep?â
âThree or four yards. The steps are very highâ âand there are some missing.â
âIt is hardly likely,â said M. Filleul, âthat the accomplices can have had time to remove the body from the cellar, when they were engaged in carrying off Mlle. de Saint-VĂ©ranâ âduring the short absence of the gendarmes. Besides, why should they?â âNo, in my opinion, the body is here.â
A servant brought them a ladder. Beautrelet let it down through the opening and fixed it, after groping among the fallen fragments. Holding the two uprights firmly:
âWill you go down, M. Filleul?â he asked.
The magistrate, holding a candle in his hand, ventured down the ladder. The Comte de Gesvres followed him and Beautrelet, in his turn, placed his foot on the first rung.
Mechanically, he counted eighteen rungs, while his eyes examined the crypt, where the glimmer of the candle struggled
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