“Your proofs?”
“I saw you do it, and your own confession on the spire of Notadam.”
The Count laughed and took a paper from his pocket. “Read this,” he said, “here is proof that Marie Cusheau died of heart failure.”
Tictocq looked at the paper.
It was a check for 100,000 francs.
Tictocq dismissed the gensd’arme with a wave of his hand.
“We have made a mistake, monsieurs,” he said, but as he turns to leave the room, Count Carnaignole stops him.
“One moment, monsieur.”
The Count Carnaignole tears from his own face a false beard and reveals the flashing eyes and well-known features of Tictocq, the detective.
Then, springing forward, he snatches a wig and false eyebrows from his visitor, and the Gray Wolf, grinding his teeth in rage, stands before him.