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aaaaaaaaaah!! Well, Mr. Marquis, you who have just returned from Paris, what new and amusing stories do you tell us

... Oh, Sire! Very cheerful

things

... Paris upside down, the police lieutenant, Monsieur de Sartine,

besieged in his hotel and in danger of his life... His agents massacred, stones thrown

against the parliament, and who were soon likely to reverberate all the way to Versailles...

Nothing, in fact, but very pleasing... I have a mission to entrust to you, Mr. Marquis...

It requires resolution and know-how and I am aware that you have it...

The Count of Allas, who served the crown until he could no longer do so on all the

battlefields, retired to his lands in Aquitaine, where he has just won the

pain of losing your youngest son... The cause of his death is doubtful...

I hear that you are traveling to carry out an investigation... An investigation that you

will carry out with firmness and determination. Mr. de Laborde will inform you of the details.

I have to talk to you, Prince... Fair return of things, Madam...

I see some beautiful remains in you, Madam, and almost regret having tired too soon...

It is not the former mistress, who presents herself to you,

Conti, but a mother whose son is dying on the wheel...

On the wheel? Damn... Can I at least hope that it

's not mine? It's not yours...

Ah, so much the better... What do you expect from me, Madam, which justifies

your late intrusion into these places? A simple measure of mercy...

Mercy??? Explain, Langlois...

It could be that the unfortunate person sees his sufferings shortened by a quick strangulation...

A curious mercy, but baste... Have you not thought, as usual,

of paying for some exemption in order to proceed? The crowd is roaring, so the guard has been reinforced...

No one, apart from the executioner Sanson, could achieve this and

for that there would have to be an order of pardon...

An order emanating from Who ? Only the Lieutenant General

of Police, Monsieur de Sartine himself, has the authority to decide on this, Sir...

It does not seem impossible to me to intervene... However, everything depends

on you, Madam... and the price that you are willing to pay...

The price??? It's because

I'm not rich, Conti... Rest assured, Madam... for the moment,

I will be content with your charms...

mmm! Do

n't think about it Bourdeau!... This cognac is of excellent quality, however, I dissuade you from drinking it,

unless you have a strong stomach... Gentlemen, I

present to you the body without head of the young Count Charles d'Allas,

which we will have to examine and then open by express order of his Majesty herself... he

comes to us from Aquitaine and despite the time and the distance, the alcohol will have preserved the remains

in a remarkable state of freshness... The head, which we see is missing,

has been cut off very cleanly... The body presents numerous lacerations and bites,

some of which appear not to have caused any effusions of blood... They would therefore be

after the death... The bones of the legs were crushed in places... Dogs or wolves,

I don't know... On the other hand, I am able to affirm that this wound to the heart that you

see here was enough to cause death... A single blow delivered with force, from a blade that

closely resembles a bayonet... Properly treated by me,

the state of the organ will allow a perfect cast to be made... Find the weapon, Nicolas,

you will find his assassin... With what extravagant quality is

the victim adorned, Mr. Commissioner, so that His Majesty in person

can hear that the we are investigating so far from Paris... I don't know, Sir...

and that's what worries me... Worried, Sir? No, only upset and

very dissatisfied that we entrust to I don't know which Marquis de Ranreuil, in the name of I don't know what,

to have to investigate I don't know where, even though the populace is roaring at our doors. ..

The King seems to hold the Count of Allas in great consideration, Sir...

What does consideration matter, Sir... I am furious.

Have you at least been provided with some solid viaticum?

Monsieur the Count de la Borde gave me a large purse, which would undoubtedly be enough to raise

a small army. Sir... Good... Good! For my part,

I am providing you with these two letters of cachet which His Majesty will not fail to endorse if,

however, you deem it appropriate to use them... Come back to us quickly, Nicolas, and please

try to ensure that this is not bottom of some dark barrel of alcohol...

Goodbye my friend! You will go at your own pace,

I don't intend to be delayed... Good, Sir...

Well, Nicolas, are you going? I was told that you had sent for your

luggage... So, Catherine took care to provide you with linen, as well as food

, while I... I flanked you with two sturdy pistols tree... eh?

Here is a note of recommendation for Mr. de Fronsac, First Advisor to the Parliament of

Bordeaux... Introduce yourself to him for me, I bet he will be able to enlighten you...

A louis, maraud, against your destination.. . I have

your information... Perfect...

Are you sure of your facts? My son is dead, Captain

Langlois. I had to pay with my body, the little commissioner will pay with his

life... He seems to have had my son arrested, him and all his crew...

Aah! This delicate, nuanced scent betrays the depths of the woods and the red beast that lurks there...

The wild boar does not lurk, Bourdeau... It sleeps dry, in

small depressions that we call . ..bauge! I didn't know, Mr. Policeman, that you

knew so much about wild boars... My godfather, the Marquis de Ranreuil, had taken

to taking me hunting with him... .... octave and point by

changing hands... as soon as I

was old enough to ride aaah on horseback... Saint, Saint Catherine, who alone knows how to make these table sonatinas for us... This is your date of Bourdeau tartine.

Oh no, the first, one and only!...Apple? Yes!

Apple! Yes! You need to take a lesson from Nicolas, Semacgus! my inclination is towards grapes, my dear Bourdeau,

not towards tree frogs. Grape Nicolas?

No thank you! Come on !

They arrive! In place ! Come on!

How ?

It seems to come from the front... Probably some hunting...

I doubt it; This is a concerted fire which is reminiscent of some

military operation... Take your weapons, Gentlemen. Faster check, faster! Faster!

It's not them...

Retire, the rest of you, retreat... retire!

The coachman took a bullet in the forehead... No one survived...

We almost suffered the same fate...

As much as the ambush, the intention to kill did not no doubt

Look... The size and shape of this lead ingot clearly show that it

comes from a musket barrel... I don't like what I'm guessing...

A gang, you say ... Indeed,

militarily organized and equipped with weapons that are usually only encountered on the battlefields...

The fact is strange, without being improbable... However, I have hardly

heard of of looting recently... The bodies of the unfortunate people were deposited by

me in a nearby abbey, so that their burial could be carried out...

Research on the bodies and in the carriage made it possible to discover certain elements,

touching to the identity of the victims... I leave it to you to notify the relatives...

I clearly recognize here, Mr. Commissioner, the authority and

competence of a police officer of His Majesty... However, your King, who is also mine,

is hardly here in the odor of holiness... He had the foolish pretension of monopolizing the

young gravel vineyards, which is hardly forgivable, and of dispersing the Parliament of Bordeaux,

which cannot be forgotten... And without this letter from my

old friend Monsieur de Noblecourt, no doubt, I would not have received you...

I am grateful to you, Monsieur de Fronsac, for your abrupt frankness ...

Yours, in exchange... What motive, please, brings you to our lands?

The Beast, is that it? The beast ?

The scourge of God... Do not believe all this nonsense, which the clergy spreads

in order to stupidize all its flock... There is no Beast! No more in Sarlat than elsewhere!

Sir... We are here as if we were in a foreign land...We

will have nothing to expect from the Bordeaux parliament. Did you doubt that, Sir?

It also seems that not everything has been revealed to me about the extent of our mission... According to

Mr. de Fronsac, it is nothing more and nothing less about not attacking the Beast. ..

The Beast???But what Beast? George! Have the carriage parked,

and take up your quarters in an inn where you will make sure that you can be reached...

Good sir! Come on! The approach requires more caution...

We will have to continue on horseback. on horseback?

Do you fear the animal Bourdeau? No not... no not...

Hey! Hue!

I welcome you, Gentlemen... To you too, Madame... A courier from Versailles,

Monsieur le Marquis, informed me of your arrival... My last son, Renaud, and soon

Count of Allas. .. I...I... Martin!

Since the moment our people found the sad remains of my brother,

the Count has often had these moments of absence which are not customary for a former soldier...

Follow me, gentlemen, please... and Madam...

Huuuu!!!! hoooo!!! My luggages!

After a good trip,

good wine! Oh ! I'm having dinner tonight! Do you believe that your brother's death could

be the work of wolves? No, sir...

So what? Finally !!!

Bring in, Roussart...

There he is... Polished, corked, groomed... The animal is robust, in good health,

and equipped like a donkey... Arrange, Roussart...

Approach...

Would you why don't you like me? That's not it, Madam...I can't...

What do you mean, you can't? That would be a sin: I am

married, Madam... Married? Married ?

Look at your tool, he hardly seems married...So what are you waiting for to shove me?

I cannot... I cannot... Please, Madam, pity...I cannot.

I'll show you if you can't. Stand up, Maraud…Maraud?

This is not in the rules of the game... You deprive me of my pleasure...

What does it matter, since I also did not take mine...

In nómine Patris, et Fílii, et Spíritus Sancti. Amen

Amen. et fibi grátias agens benedixit, fregit,

dedítque discípulis suis, dicens Accípite et manducáte ex hoc omnes “HOC EST ENIM CORPUS MEUM.”

Can you help me ? The Countess and the Count of Rhodes... A

gentleman of very high extraction, since his fathers are a younger and lost branch

of the sovereign Counts of Rhodes... Youngest branch of the powerful house of the Counts of Toulouse.

May the rest of the Lord be sweet to you, sweeter than your death was... The Lord

had given it to us, the Lord has taken it back from us... We are nothing, apart from the hand of the Lord. May the

Lord receive you into his house, Charles d'Allas, and may heedless of your faults,

welcome you into his bosom with kindness... We must exterminate the Beast, Mr. Count...

We must exterminate... The beast killed your son, and did away with mine... Justice My lord,

justice...The Beast prowls the woods... We will put an end to it...

Dominus vobiscum…. The lady Mairet was my nanny and

raised me like her own child... The one at her side is her youngest son, Thomas, and my

foster brother... Her poor family was cruelly tried... The father , first, died during a

hunt by forcing a large deer... And then, Vincent, the eldest, died under the fangs of the Beast...

Taking advantage of the fact that she was the only one watching over him, his his own wife, the lady Isabeau, who went mad with

grief, seized him and took her away in her flight and no one was able to find her trace.

She has haunted the woods ever since. Tomorrow, gentlemen,

we will carry out a hunt on our land... You, Thomas, in your capacity as lieutenant of

the wolf hunt, you will lead the hunt... I want as many rifles as possible...

I has around sixty people, all excellent hunters, and can easily

round up two packs of very robust dogs...

Let's meet at the castle, gentlemen to agree on our positions and movements...

Please join us we, Mr. Marquis, as well as you,

Mr. surgeon. I bet that we will not be too many to track down the Beast... As for you,

my father, I think that your presence goes without saying to bless our weapons...

Nicolas... I took advantage of your absence to question the household...

The thing is desperate... You know the theory of Monsieur de Sartine, who says that in

criminal matters one must first suspect domesticity... Well no, the suffering of all is unanimous here, everyone regrets the death of the young Count, who was much loved,

and nothing indicates that the origin of the crime should be seen in the house...

Perfect, at least your approach will have the merit of invalidating this hypothesis common...

My father?

My father ? Well, Mr.

Policeman? What crimes do you have to confess to me?

So much erudition... The thing is astonishing! This is because to claim to know God,

one must already know nature and men, since they are said to be made in his image...

I see several Algebra precises there... Already, in the last century, Galileo did not

Did he not claim that all creation is a matter of mathematics? But I bet that it

is not to discuss metaphysics that you came to visit me...

No, in fact... And since there is no question of confession either

, then, Sir, what is it about? does he act?

By your functions, you are required to keep the parish registers, which include

births as well as deaths... As long as they are declared to me,

yes... But first of all, follow me! Can you tell me the number and

identity of people who died in conditions identical or similar

to those of young Charles d'Allas? From memory, I count twelve...

Twelve? Twelve men...

Whose heads were missing? No, the case of the young Count marks

an interesting innovation... Twelve young, robust men, attacked in a few years...

The affair did not fail to intrigue me, because, having consulted the registers Previously, such an

epidemic had never occurred, neither in the parish nor in the neighboring lands...

And what do you know about the case of the unfortunate Isabeau Mairet?

What public rumor says is that misfortune made her mad and that having

stolen her husband's remains, she went to bury him who knows where...

The animal is flushed out... . One or two animals,

of a respectable size... The dogs are holding them, all that remains is to finish...

I touched it...

The affair very much resembles some strange devilry... Several d 'among us hit

the mark... However, the animal forced our line and was able to escape without shedding blood.

Is it at least a wolf? It looks very similar... Although the coat

seems to have curious dark bands, which one usually only sees on a

wild boar's back... Monsieur le Comte?

Do you really think it was a hunting accident? I doubt. The facts incline us not to

be satisfied with hasty conclusions.

Your father is lying, Sir, under the effect of an opiate substance that I had to make him

swallow in order to make the operation possible... The concussion was severe, as was the

blood loss, but hope remains... Can I speak to him?

He is sleeping, Sir... However, you can go up and visit him.

I am failing in all my uses, Mr. Marquis... Are your apartments suitable for you?

Perfectly well... I haven't seen the

Duchess of Langremont today... The road will have taken its toll on her, unless it is a

question of some temporary indisposition to which women are subject. .

Well, gentlemen, if I may... Look at Nicolas... I bet the object

is familiar to you... We

would need the assistance of a gunsmith... Allow me?.... Effective!

These are my late mother's magnifying glasses. The two projectiles are of an identical weight...

This already suggests that they come from the same mold... You will also observe,

by placing them in the extension of one another, that their diameter is similar

and that the metal has certain striations, which themselves correspond…

Some streaks? We have recently come to us, often from

Prussia, of musket barrels whose forged steel has stripes, intended to improve

the precision of the bullet by causing its rotation in the air... The safety of the trajectory in is

thus increased... It would be necessary to melt it down, to try to estimate the composition of the alloy, in which

it seems to me that there is lead, but not only that... I very much fear that we will have to do

without cast iron, Master François. We need to keep these projectiles

as evidence... Please... Thank you!

So it was here that the body of young Charles d'Allas was discovered?

The bodies, Sir...Since that's where my brother's remains were also found...

Do you see any reason why they would have been thrown here rather than elsewhere?

None... Except that the place is renowned for serving as a passage for many animals,

wild boars, wolves, and sometimes some deer... I saw... something like a

sword... that's just the The water has become cloudy and now I can't see anything anymore...

Look...

That's really the sword of the late young Count... Broken... It's because he had to fight...

Isabeau. .. Well

, Madam, I sense you are getting excited... The wild woman has come back to prowl...

Perhaps it would be good... She is in no danger,

so deep is her dementia... And then, it is not indifferent to me to hear

his interminable cry populating the woods, just like that of some wounded animal...

The little Marquis is agitated very much... Earlier, he was there...

The little Marquis is also a policeman, my dear... I received a note this morning from Sieur de Fronsac,

with whom I am in business, and who, on occasion, tries to inform me...

Hunt the Beast, just that... Yes, Madam, just that!

You seem to have a good appetite, which could suit several people, Madam

Duchess, and I am very pleased... One is enough, Sir...

There are strong presumptions, Sir, that your father was not the target of the blow that struck him...

Who then, sir? Without my being aware

of it at the time, the projectile passed through my coat, before hitting it...

Everything suggests that this attack against your person is not the first...

I would like you to allow me to request your lieutenant of louveterie,

so that he assists me in a Judicial Police operation of the greatest importance...

I authorize you to do so, Sir... What is this about then?

A stalking, to which he seems very reluctant...

I am not ignorant of what it costs you.

Finding the unfortunate Isabeau will probably not be difficult for him, because it occurred to me that he

supplied her very regularly... As for finding the grave, I doubt

that it would be the same, as the woods surrounding areas are vast and in places impenetrable...

Come, we must now ambush us... Any indisposition, Madam?

No doubt the effect of last night's feast... It's that we eat well at the Comte d'Allas!

and we drink well too! Oh no, no, no!

Thank you, father!... I see in any case that you intend to practice

neither asceticism nor maceration... I leave these excesses to Jansenists of

all stripes... As for me, having served in the Armies in the alongside the old Count, I know

too well the precariousness of human destinies... The blood of Christ...

Corpus Christi It is a piece of wine, which Monsieur de

Fronsac left me during one of his visits. .. Monsieur de Fronsac?

Monsieur de Fronsac... In his capacity as supplier to the King's armies, the man has

business dealings in the region... He often goes to the Count of Rhodes,

where he is one rare to have his entries... What can you tell me about the Count of Rhodes?

That three years ago, shortly before Passover, while forcing a deer of

prodigious size, the animal dismounted it and made it fall and attacked it very cruelly... So

cruelly that we thought he was going to pass... The Count survived... At the cost of terrible

torture, he gradually managed to move again... he was able to get back on his horse … The Countess,

who, so to speak, idolizes her husband, was of great help to him during this long

and terrible convalescence... His ordeal, Sir, was appallingly cruel...

It was shortly after his recovery that this that it is agreed to call the Beast has begun to sow

death in the region... These are serious

presumptions, sir, which you have just shared with me..

Indeed... But as real and

consistent as they are However, presumptions are worthless without the strings of proof.

Having seen it with my own eyes, I hardly believe in some wolf bearing the marks of a wild boar...

Your father spent a very calm night, this morning when he woke up, he asked for chicken broth,

which I I granted... If he doesn't get into any complications, it is very

likely that he will survive... Chicken broth?

Isabeau... Isabeau, it's me, it's Thomas...Isabeau...

Everything is fine

Vin-cent... Vin-cent...

Please leave us... it's not a question exactly of confession

Mr. Commissioner...

Do you remember, Isabeau, that it was I who married you? Do you remember that I heard you

very often in confession, with your mother and your sisters...

Ah, if you are here, it is because I am going to die... You have nothing to fear from death , my child...

It doesn't matter... Time is

running out, Isabeau... What can you say about the Beast?

That I saw her... I saw her standing on horseback at the top of the cliff,

and seemed to command the others, while a poor mutilated body was thrown down...

We can say that the tension and elasticity are those of

the skin of an animal... Each of you hit the mark, and yet see...

No projectile passed through... ... We hit the animal well of

our projectiles and if he survived, it is not by miracle or because of some invincibility

of supernatural origin... It is only that we

will have heavily armored... with thick leather of some old loner...

So, the species would be without mystery... Very beautiful weapon, which you have there, Sir...

A weapon which belonged to the King's troops, before it belonged to me...

A very beautiful weapon and the likes of which you rarely see... Move aside, rustic...

Peas, bacon and wine... And for a good troop...

There is nothing better than the hungry, to bring the wolf out of the woods...

It seems that the remains of Master Vincent Mairet were found, and that the madwoman was captured...

The body of young Mairet was found and the woman is now at the Château d'Allas...

Didn't I tell you that it was better to delete it?

Come on, Madam, there is nothing to fear from her... Another thing, Sir, a troop of deserters

seems to have established its bivouac on the moor... A troop whose leader appears to be paid in gold...

in or, you say? Find out where they are staying and ensure

that they remain under our surveillance... It occurred to me, Madam, that the young Marquis de

Ranreuil did not leave you indifferent... Perhaps he would be time to give him

some mark of our courteous attention... I feel you upset and distant, Nicolas...

Madam, I would prefer that you were not involved in this...

You are wrong, my friend, nothing stirs the blood so much what a good ride...

But it's not just about riding Madam! Madam Duchess of Langremont and yourself

Nicolas, at the home of Monsieur le Comte and Madame la Comtesse de Rhodes... It is not

inappropriate for your personal surgeon to accompany you too...

I fear that decency has nothing to do with it. see in our matter...

Unless the term also includes the instrument with which you equip yourself...

It is a naval weapon that I have cherished for a long time and which is very expedient when it comes to

to fight up close... Nicolas!

Stay here, Bourdeau, and if by chance we have not returned within

forty-eight hours, send the report to the Lieutenant General of Police,

which you will have failed to write... Wait! Hold ! Take this short

pepper shaker... It has three cannons, which can be fired

individually or all together... In addition, it is easily hidden in the boot. Take care…

See you soon, my friend... What's

going on, Nicolas? Don't you hear this sudden silence...

Our presence, no doubt... Take Semacgus to the right hand, to the right hand!

A troop was waiting for you in ambush, which mine surprised... This one seems to

be the leader... Seize him, as well as all those who had the good fortune to serve him

... what do you intend to do with these men? Connect them in the moment, Sir,

as permitted by the right of higher and lower justice that I hold on my land...

A very expeditious justice, Sir... It may be, but it is nevertheless mine and see no

reason to deviate from it... Come on Roussart! Connect everyone!

Can I talk for a moment? Please !

Who then armed your hand? A powerful enemy,

whose name I do not know and only know the face... A powerful enemy, determined to

destroy you... I am going to die... I would have preferred that it was as a soldier and not hanged... A bullet,

Sir, a bullet from you and I tell you

what I know... I am going to die... Scrap metal, Marquise d'Aubrac

Your humanity honors you, Monsieur le Marquis, although deep down, it does not change nothing...

Come on, move forward! Mr. Marquis...

Madam... Please follow me...

I don't remember, Sir, that you were also invited...

Your rudeness is matched only by your cruelty Monsieur le Comte...As for my

presence with Monsieur le Marquis, it is not up to you to preempt it!

Semacgus!.... Semacgus! Let's go Henri!

Monsieur, taking advantage of the fact that she had to be untied for a moment, Isabeau fled.

The view is breathtaking and the cliff is dizzying... Nicolas... It could be that soon

there will be three of us... Three, what do you mean, three?

I'm going to be a mother, Nicolas!!! An ordeal, you say?

At the mouth of the woods... The question is not subject to

criticism, it is already the

lands of the Count of Rhodes, and the law is on his side...

Connected, you say? Connected, yes... When I turned the reins,

we were already busy hanging them, dead or alive, from a sturdy branch, which is

like a long yard across the mast... I can clearly see the mark there of the character's intractability

... It could well be that having barely escaped a mortal peril, the Marquis de Ranreuil

and his young companion would have thrown themselves into a much worse peril...

The way to get them out of there ? If not to give the troop,

I hardly see which... Well

, Madam Marquise, are your apartments as you wish?

Madam Duchess, Madame, because the Marquis and I are not yet

united by the sacred bonds of marriage! Still sometimes always applies, Madam...

What do you bring us from Versailles? Not much, because I

hardly frequent the Court... You hardly drink, Mr.

Marquis, and your forehead seems worried... It's because a very recent and unexpected piece of news

has suddenly come to change the course of the things...

These are things that happen more often than we think... Tell me,

Mr. Marquis? How about a hunt tomorrow on my land?

Well... Recent and very unexpected news

... I'm not asking you anything, Sir... I will know how to be a single mother and remain discreet...

The question is not there, Madame... I have hardly known my mother and hardly any more

the author of my days... So I don't know what kind of father I will make...

Mr. Marquis, you have been summoned at this moment...

I fear I will not understand, Madam... You understand very well...

You don't think about it... Monsieur le Comte... Prevented as he is, Monsieur le Comte

knows very well that I hate nothing, as much as people resist me...

Come on, Marquis ,

would the prey not be to your taste? This is because I don't appreciate

easy surrenders and am not prepared to shoot on command Madame...

Ardez, Monsieur... Madame...

Ardez!! That’s enough

Madam, come to your senses! Madam ! Well, Mr. Marquis... Agree

that the posture is ambiguous, and the situation, to say the least, extravagant... Don't you think?

It is in this room that my ancestors used to administer justice...

You yourself are very familiar with the Courts,

Mr. Commissioner, aren't you? What object are you staring at that seems to arouse

such passionate interest in you? Do you like it?... Pardon me, sir?

This head, sir...this head. Just like you, the young Count

of Allas was very impertinent... He had a

carnal relationship with the Countess... Indeed, Sir...

You surprised him with her and took revenge...

The premises are good, but not the conclusions...

Your rational approach neglects certain perversions of the soul... I love the Countess

and I am aware of nothing of her appetites which, since certain misfortune,

it is no longer possible for me to bring a remedy... I therefore give her all the latitude to satisfy them

with whoever she pleases, on the condition that after getting tired, she abandons her prey to me... that's it!

Your brutal sincerity intrigues me, Sir... The other victims, however...

They are not taken into account, due to lack of rank or title Mr. Marquis, come on

!... So... What did you do? you to use in your own defence, Mr Commissioner?

Quickly, Madam, get dressed quickly, What's going on?

we must find a way to escape Madame... Extinguish

the candles and give

them to me... Come on,

Mr. Marquis, one more little effort and you are there... I expected

no less from you... For tell you the truth,

despite its vanity, this attempt, which honors you, was part of the game...

Let the Duchess go and I promise you her silence...

Do not promise anything, Sir, unless you are in a position to hold on... I

promised you a hunt... No doubt I forgot to tell you what the game would be...

Roussart!... The matter is agreed... So give the dogs away.

Please, Madam...

It

was a close call... Move aside,

Madam... Move aside!

Come in, Mr. Traveler, come in... Your face! This visible contentment,

I bet that your stay will have been conducive to rest, as well as to meditation...

Sir... I'm listening to you Firstly, there was no Beast of Sarlat...

Only two robust dogs that their Master, Mr. Count of Rhodes, sometimes uncoupled,

for his own entertainment, and who were not far from provoking superstitious terror,

both because of the crudeness of their exactions and because of their self-esteem. -called invulnerability...

Below Bourdeau. Not so big...

Thus armored, the two animals were bulletproof...

Second? Second... Here is the dagger to be used

by the Count of Rhodes... This is a wax casting, made by Mr. Executioner Sanson... It is

the exact replica of the heart of the young Count of Allas... And , notice this wound...

See with what precision one fits into the other... Bourdeau... Imagine the meticulousness of the

gesture, as well as his sober determination... It is enough, Nicolas...

Imagine the young Count hunted, soon killed... As evidence, his head was precisely

severed and found in the form of a massacre in the weapons room of the Count of Rhodes...

I understand, Sir, that you do not not appear...

Ah no, no, no, no, no... these are only a few dirty items, which I haven't yet

found the time to take care of... The head has…

Enough! Did I say! ... was returned to the affliction of

his loved ones, Sir... of course! What about the perpetrator?

Mr. Count of Rhodes... whom the statements of his stinger incriminate without

any possible doubt, died by his own hand and his own dagger,

thus rendering all pursuit in vain... So much the better... So much the better.. . His Majesty

is always loath to make people of high lineage roll... And the last object?

An infantry musket, with the help of which three attempts were made to murder me, Mr....

I understand well, Mr. Commissioner, I understand well, but don't they say that the Policeman's job

is full of perils and his career of courage? ... Scrap... The tortured Scrap…Intrigued

that someone had intervened in his favor, I investigated, Mr. Policeman, I investigated...

My black cabinet is very interested in alcove secrets... It was not difficult for me to

inquire about the origins of this Ferrailles... It is enough for you to know that it was the fruit of the

valetudinarian loves of Madame la Marquise d'Aubrac, one of the ex-mistresses of Monsieur

the Prince de Conti, with one of his lackeys... The position of one and the others allowed

that the punishment was shortened... The promise on my part to reveal other secrets,

even more embarrassing, allowed that any inclination revenge was

abandoned... The danger is over, Nicolas... You will have to go and entertain

His Majesty with the story of your exploits in due time . For now, all that remains is for you to withdraw...

Speaking of withdrawing, precisely... Well?

Have you not neglected to make some revelation to me?

About what, please? to withdraw or, rather,

not to withdraw!!! Well, Nicholas? Plague, Sir, I don't know how

you learned it, but there is no doubt...Your Police is well done!!