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CHAPTER FOUR THE CLOUDED TURQUOISE IT WAS about nine o'clock in the morning when the Prefect of Police entered the study in which the incomprehensible tragedy of that double murder had been enacted. He did not even bow to Don Luis; and the magistrates who accompanied him might have thought that Don Luis was merely an assistant of Sergeant Mazeroux, if the chief detective had not made it his business to tell them, in a few words, the part played by the stranger. M. Desmalions briefly examined the two corpses and received a rapid explanation from Mazeroux. Then, returning to the hall, he went up to a drawing-room on the first floor, where Mme. Fauville, who had been informed of his visit, joined him almost at once. Perenna, who had not stirred from the passage, slipped into the hall himself. The servants of the house, who by this time had heard of the murder, were crossing it in every direction. He went down the few stairs leading to a ground-floor landing, on which the front door opened. There were two men there, of whom one said: "You can't pass." "But " "You can't pass: those are our orders." "Your orders? Who gave them?" "The Prefect himself." "No luck," said Perenna, laughing. "I have been up all night and I am starving. Is there no way of getting something to eat?" The two policemen exchanged glances and one of them beckoned to Silvestre and spoke to him. Silvestre went toward the dining-room and returned with a horseshoe roll. " Good," thought Don Luis, after thanking him. "This settles it. I'm nabbed. That's what I wanted to know. But M. Desmalions is deficient in logic. For, if it's Arsene Lupin whom he means to detain here, all these worthy plain-clothesmen arehardly enough; and, if it's Don Luis Perenna, they are superfluous, be...
