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What did Sartine tell you?

He didn't tell me anything because I didn't see her... An officer burst into

my house and gave me this letter, asking me to give it to you.

Here… Oh! Look ! a baphomet: it is

an evil figure in the image of the Devil that the Knights

of the Temple were supposed to worship in their secret chapters...

I didn't know you were an occultist Bourdeau

There are many

things that you don't know Sir... This way Sir, on the floor above...

Note that the dust which covers the floor establishes without doubt that no one

has accessed this room recently... "you will take care to count the sixth

sheet of the parquet floor to the right of the axis from the chimney”… one, two, three, four, five…

I definitely don't like riddles or being told to take care of my work.

“you will introduce some flat hook likely to activate the mechanism…”

Be careful Bourdeau

It’s

because my physique is not adapted to the narrowness of the place

Handkerchief, Bourdeau!

We would bet that she will come back to us...

I don't know where from, my great friend, I don't know from where... Do not doubt it, young Sibyl: you are coming back

from the astral, where the commerce of the Unknown Masters, abolishing vulgar time,

provides the adept with the sure knowledge of what will be, just as of what will have been...

It is enough: see in what state the poor thing is... She is cold and trembling in all her

limbs... Send for my people, I intend to take her home in a moment…

Ah! Nicholas! I came as soon as possible,

I left it to Bourdeau to close the operations and write up the report...

His Majesty's service knows neither the hours nor the days... I guarantee

that the importance of the mission entrusted to you will explain your delay...

A mission which was inflicted on me by the King, in fact.

Damn... And without betraying the secrecy to which you are obviously bound,

what was it about? To solve a sixty-year-old enigma

which, obviously, could hardly wait any longer... That of

the disappearance of a certain Master Dumas... One of your former colleagues, in fact...

More than ancient indeed... The disappearance of Prosecutor Dumas had caused a great stir at

the dawn of the century, long before it became the subject of a legend...

Legend that, keen on mysteries, His Majesty likes to tell stories, certain evenings, to those around him

in front of the fire... But tell the story, sir, because here you are undoubtedly in the best position...

There you have it: the neighborhood claimed that Maître Dumas was visited every Friday

at three o'clock, and this until the day of his disappearance, by a man in a black coat,

mounted on a black mule looking just as frightening as his rider...

And then?

And then, precisely sixty years ago,

after a last interview with what appeared to be the Devil in person,

Master Dumas disappeared without anyone having ever found the

slightest trace of him... Evaporated ... As if drawn to the depths of hell by some diabolical power...

So how then, modern Theseus, did you manage to unravel the skein...

Without the slightest merit: His majesty had made me keep a plan.. . A very detailed plan,

and thanks to which it was easy for me to find your companion

reduced to the state of a mummy on his armchair, lurking in a secret cabinet under his house...

Thank you, Lady Catherine... hmmmm!

And where did the King get this plan from? The case now being closed,

I admit that I don't care much about it... One detail,

however... Does this mean anything to you? I found it overturned in front of him...

The image which adorns its side is the insignia of the Rosicrucian... No wonder

: Dumas was considered an alchemist, and Master... Grand Master in his order...

The Rose Cross…. Well my friends, now that midnight is full,

let's drink so that we can be too!!! Saint Germain !

One of our secrets has been revealed... The tomb of one of our Grand Masters

desecrated... You know the punishment reserved for those who betray...

Awake, Nicholas, and

quickly gather your wits …Catherine, what is worth to me!?

We're waiting for you downstairs, in a cab, and we seem to have an air of

great discontent... Discontent?

Fury would be fairer...Come on, Nicolas! I

almost waited, Commissioner!

And I don't like waiting!

Your voice denotes a certain anger and portends some

admonition... Please, if it would please you if your agitation were only less loud!!

The tone is up to me personally and please me to shout in your ear. My functions,

as well as the authority I hold over you, give me the obligation... and even the duty!

You are dissipating, Nicolas... You are dissipating... And your dissipation

embarrasses me... Yes, yes...

Hey! Read… You still have until Versailles to get to grips with it, as well as the

adjacent elements that I saw fit to add to the file, so that we do not appear

stupid in the eyes of the King! As for now, allow me to end a night cut short by your fault...

His Majesty intends to speak alone with the Marquis de Ranreuil...

You will therefore have to make an antechamber with the Duke of Choiseul, who, as a precaution,

had wished to participate him also at the interview…

The Duke of Choiseul? Fichtre: must the species really be important!!!

She is so in the eyes of the King, which is enough for her to be so in the eyes of all...

Mr. Duke...

It is inconceivable that the King is allowed to remain alone with such a man,

when he does not go out never except surrounded by his guards, as if everything were filled with assassins...

Monsieur le Marquis, His majesty begs you at this moment...

Monsieur de Ranreuil, I am grateful to you in advance for the promptness,

the thoroughness as well as of the accuracy of your operations...

It was only a question of observing and not of investigating...

It doesn't matter, Mr. Marquis... It doesn't matter... Can we at least

now affirm that the mystery of the disappearance of Maître Dumas is now over?

We definitely can. Bravo, my friend, bravo…

How did you do it, tell me to foresee the place and draw up the exact plan for me?

Sire, the thing is simple: either the magistrates and police officers, who searched for

the trace of the prosecutor Dumas, were bribed by people interested in ensuring that this trace

remained ignored... Or they only possessed very little of the knowledge necessary

for their daily work ... Incapable or corrupt, the choice seems very narrow...

Certainly, certainly... And as for the rider? Was it

really the Devil who came to visit? Sire, may Your Majesty become a Rosicrucian

and I will hasten to lift the last veil which covers this mystery... But, as for now, it is

impossible for me to answer the question, because in doing so, I would expose myself to the more serious dangers...

I understand clearly, my friend, and did not dream of embarrassing you... Now that the verifications

carried out have made it possible to establish your revelations on the throne of truth, I have a mission to

entrust to you... It thought that among your vast abilities, you have that of making

pearls grow and giving them the most beautiful water... Would you also be capable of restoring its shine

to a dying pearl? Without the slightest doubt...

Come!... Come too, Mr. Marquis, because I hear that you too will lend a hand!

Madam, I present to you Monsieur le Comte de Saint Germain…

I know who Monsieur de Saint Germain is…

Madame du Hausset warned me that there was a lot of talk about him.

He is said to be very keen on divinatory sciences and occult practices... He is considered immortal

and is said to have dined one evening at the table of King François the First... We also know

that he claims to have first-hand many spicy anecdotes on certain

illustrious characters of ancient times, starting with Our Lord Jesus Christ himself...

Madam, when you know, you must also know how to let it be said!

Monsieur de Gontraut... The Tear of Warsaw...

My dad, the King of Poland, gave it to me on my wedding day...

This jewel had been in his family since the family was born...

Its shine darkened... Wouldn't say is it not that it is gradually dying out?

It indeed seems to have lost a lot of its shine...

Would you be able to remedy this? Certainly... However, you will have to

entrust it to me for a while... Well, do for the best,

my friend, do for the best...

I am also not unaware of who you are, Monsieur de... de...

...De Ranreuil.

...Ranreuil... I know that the King greatly enjoys the story of your exploits,

and it is not indifferent to me that you ensure the safety of this operation,

which nevertheless seems to me to be very much like enchantment...

Enchantment, enchantment, candied in religion, what the hell does the Queen know

about enchantments? What we

all know: that they vanish in the morning... ... Just like the vapors of drunkenness...

At my request, His Majesty granted me a laboratory in the basement so that I

could he indulges in certain alchemical experiments about which he intends to be kept the greatest

secret. Your authority therefore ends where my competence begins… Servant, Mr. Marquis!!

Stay here! Here ! on sentry and don't move until you are relieved!

Finally… I almost waited too!!!

Servant, Monsieur le Marquis...

I have a mission for you, which requires you to disguise yourself as

a shadow... to follow in the footsteps of someone named Count de St Germain...

St Germain... Monsieur de Ranreuil! Monsieur

de Ranreuil!! Don't deny: you abandoned me!! You abandoned me, Nicolas, and above all,

do not deny me the secret promised to His Majesty, I know everything about the Warsaw Tear.

The Duke of Choiseul tried to warn the King... The Queen herself did not fail to

show her reluctance to the monarch... As for me, I tried in vain to oppose the faint

glimmers of reason to the brilliant chimeras of the illusion... Nothing

has happened... His Majesty has become infatuated with this so-called Saint Germain...

What opinion do you yourself have of him? My education among the good Jesuit fathers

inclines me to consider opinions as other kinds of chimeras... What I suspect is

that the providential discovery of the mummy of Master Dumas, under the guidance of Saint Germain,

is way for him to assert himself in the eyes of the King and thus gain his trust...

What you don't know is that this matter must be considered seriously... The Tear would carry within

it a terrible and cruel curse... A terrible and cruel curse?

Nicolas, that’s enough!!! Stop playing the child… It’s about the King!!

The so-called Saint Germain is a very mysterious being, as are the origins

of his prodigious fortune, composed essentially of sumptuous jewels...

We know, however, that he gets his credit from the King, from the Pompadour herself,

who presented it to him... And everyone knows that His Majesty cannot refuse anything to his dear friend...

Which makes the guy difficult to handle...

Yes...very.

And this very strange Dumas affair, this solution so quickly discovered...

Discovery, or invented? This very explicit plan,

which seems to be the handwriting of Saint Germain himself, the underground chamber,

the remains of Master Dumas, finally... All this makes me fear some deception...

I fear it too...

Do you believe in curses, Bourdeau? Hardly more than ghosts, werewolf stories

, or this paper money with which this good Mr. Law intended to clean up the finances

of the Kingdom and ensure its prosperity... One moment, please...

Please, I

come back...

The man who is occupying you is within the walls... Shortly after midday, a very fine-

looking carriage came to pick him up from Versailles and took him into Paris along the road to Meudon...

Was he carrying something luggage for him?

A simple cedar box, which he nevertheless seemed to hold very preciously...

Do we know where he is now?

He visits a lady,

also very beautiful, in an old house on Rue des Saints Pères...

The lady is called Clotilde de Clairvois, and seems to be staying there permanently.

Gambling debt, debt of honor... Neither you nor me Let's not miss it, right?

However, I would still need your self-sacrifice, Madam...

You know well, Sir, that your follower is yours, body and soul... Ask,

ask and you will receive immediately...

Beforehand, it is important that you answer me with the greatest frankness and the most

perfect honesty, just as if you were to appear at this moment before the creator...

Can you take the oath, Madam, that you are still a virgin?

So my young friend, you are not eating? You don't drink either?

The responsibility does not lie with Catherine,

nor with the qualities of your cellar... Nor, for that matter, with the excesses of libations last night...

Which caused me to have a bitter attack of gout this morning and this evening to be reduced to a

very clear infusion of medicinal sage for all viaticum... No, I see clearly, Nicolas that you are

very dark inside, and as if constrained... What do you know about the Tear of Warsaw?

Nothing more than what the legend claims... If the pearl were to die,

it would drag down the descendants of the one who holds it...

Would the pearl be in bad shape?

If we believe the Queen, yes... The Count of Saint Germain seems to share her opinion...

The Count of Saint Germain... Fichtre... God preserve Royalty!!

What more can you tell me?

a sect of enlightened people who are agitating in the shadows... But

perhaps it would be more profitable for you to question

your superior on this subject, Monsieur de Sartine...

Monsieur de Sartine? I hardly see myself questioning Monsieur de Sartine...

Nicolas, we are waiting for you...

Let the dead woman be tied up, taking great care to cut and leave the

cord which is strangling her around her neck... I intend for the body to be immediately transferred to Basse-Geôle,

where the regulatory operations will be carried out. I affirm that the poor girl could not have committed homicide...

If the young lady from Clairvois did not commit homicide,

it is therefore because we will have wanted to end his life...

There is no room for doubt, Sir... And for what reason, please?

It's because they wanted to silence her...

And what did she know that seemed

so formidable that they would kill her? It was not so much what she knew, but

what she saw, that put her in great danger... I feel you are a man of honor... I beg you to

believe that I can confide nothing more to you, Mr. … However, someone can,

in many ways, lead your approach into the light of truth…

Hold on, and take great care of it, it could be that the pattern that adorns its

side is the Ariadne's thread of 'a skein that I exhaust myself in vain to untangle...

Do not be offended Sir, but the lady to whom I am taking you conceals,

beneath the edges of a notorious eccentricity, a depth of inexhaustible goodness, which, combined with a

naivety that borders on the abyss, making it a dream prey in the eyes of charlatans of all kinds...

What is happening, Madam? Nothing... It only seemed to me...

Something unspeakable happened in your living room... Our

poor Clotilde died and I urge you to confide what you know...

But I don't know anything, my friend... I don't know anything!

I could force you, Madam...

You could not force me to do anything at all,

young impertinent... Only my late husband, the Marquis de la Rochefoucauld, could have claimed it,

although during his lifetime he never thought of it and since neither then, for that matter…

Since then? I must tell you

that our friend maintains a regular and, so to speak, carnal relationship with the deceased,

although it does not extend to procreation! Mean: you are making fun of me, because I cannot

answer... You know well, however, that what happens in our ceremonies is

covered by the seal of secrecy and that the promise made binds you, just as well as myself...

The promise made to whom, Madam?

to Monsieur le Comte…

Which Count, Madam?

Monsieur the Count of Saint Germain... I doubt that you are capable of

competing with a spirit of that kind, Sir...

It is enough, my friend: come back to earth...

This man has you under his thumb... He haunts you just as he does haunted our poor Clotilde

Come out, Madam and do not reappear in my eyes…

… Not content with squandering your fortune, he will bring about your death.

My death concerns me, as does my fortune... Come out, Madam.

Come, Sir, come, the hour is getting closer and I would not mind if you took me back...

Your largesse, Monseigneur, in exchange for a moment of abandonment...

Off, girl, don't you see that I am here ?

What does it matter, Madam, I practice the goat just as much as the goat…

Which you have the scent, marauder… Thank heaven that I did not bleed you…

Disappear from my sight, whore…

Here, Sir, the address from my hotel,

it would be nice for me if tomorrow evening you came to visit me...

Just now, as we were leaving the young lady of Clairvois,

a vision seemed to have troubled your mind... Who could it have been? , Madam...

Allow me to postpone the revelation, Sir, because I could be

mistaken... Who lives?

The next generation, sir, the next generation...

It's not too early... Too early,

too late, what does it matter? The boor saw nothing but fire...

Never has a task been easier... Nor more lucrative...

Baron, you have all my admiration.

The crime is proven, Sir... However, it presents a

particular character, which led us to draw on the research of a man of the art,

Mr. Antoine Louis, perpetual secretary of the Royal Academy of

Surgery, whose experience and knowledge on matters of hanging are all authoritative...

Observe this mark... Observe carefully the angle, which shows that

of the hanging: it is oblique and goes upwards, indicating the vertical...

Also note that the bruise is bloodless,

which means that it occurred after death...

Now observe this thin and deep bloody furrow, the link by sinking,

has previously bruised the flesh, but in a manner, so to speak, perpendicular

to the axis of the neck...

The unfortunate woman was strangled with a shoelace, before it was

deemed appropriate to hang her poor lifeless body...

And why then?

No doubt to add to the horror of death, the infamous treatment

reserved for the bodies of those who committed suicide, and who were paraded naked

through the streets on a rack as punishment...

A-t Do we have any idea of ​​the murder weapon?

Come with me…. A leather lace, similar to this one...

The examination proves that the length, solidity and thickness match, but that it cannot

be the latter... The reason, please?

Because this one, I discovered girding the loins of Master Dumas, during the examination of his mummy…

A “tabar”… A sort of link, a ritual object that certain Sufist followers of Arabia carry

around the size, in order to separate what is in the spirit from what is in the body...

A ritual object... Perhaps some expert can help us?

What is this sudden incursion worth to me, Mr. Commissioner?

I am seized of a flagrant crime, Sir...

Great good to you... A crime of which this

kind of lace was the instrument... And in which seems to be involved, in a

capacity that I do not know, Monsieur de Saint Germain... Very well ... I bet that you intend to continue,

with this natural impetuosity, this lack of restraint, which I cannot blame you for,

as long as it pleases me... So what do you expect from me?

The express commission of your hand to have to carry out any search,

seizure and arrests necessary for the manifestation of the truth,

and this, without regard to the position or the quality of the accused...

As you go, Nicolas …And first of all,

questioning of whom, my friend? Jeanne de la Rochefoucauld,

Marquise d'Urfé, Sir. Have you lost your

mind? The Marquise d'Urfé, there is no question of it for a single moment, young bittern...

Secondly, and as I hardly like to venture out blindly,

I hear that you would be kind enough to enlighten me on what the Rosicrucian is

It is enough, Nicolas, it is enough… You have nothing to hear… You are only my creature

and nothing prevents me from immediately putting an end to your functions… YES!

I fear, Sir, that as far as resigning me is concerned,

you don't have to wait a little longer...

Strange, Sir, that you pay so little attention to this theft...

Because, knowing your prodigious ability

to confuse criminals and the quality of your Police,

I bet that the thing will be promptly elucidated, its authors identified and the jewel recovered...

Your confidence honors me... However,

it would not be indifferent to me to know the circumstances of the misdeed...

Yesterday, shortly after noon, a carriage came to pick me up at the postern, to take me to Paris,

where I spent the afternoon, as well as part of the night... Returning in the morning, I opened with

the key that Mr. Count de la Borde had given me during the installation of my laboratory...

The body of a man lying down blocked my way... I had to

step over it... I immediately went to the chest, where I had locked the pearl,

tight in its case... I opened it... The box remained, but not its contents...

No trace of break-in? No trace, in fact...

This is why I suspect some subterfuge, a sort of maneuver,

intended to embarrass me in the mission entrusted to me by His Majesty...

A maneuver that an unfortunate sentry would have paid for with his life ...You are joking, Sir...

You know it well, Sir, that I have, at court, a number of devious and powerful enemies,

all very quick to harm me, and who are not repelled by crime, in order to achieve this...

Would this include the crime of homicide? Like the one committed in cold blood on the person of

the young lady Clotilde de Clairvois for example? The young lady from Clairvois? So where and when?

This very night, at his home on Rue des Saint-Pères, shortly after you

visited it at length... I will have to ask you to follow me, Sir, in order to take you to the Châtelet...

To present you before the Magistrate of King, in the person of Mr. Lieutenant General

of Police, Antoine de Sartine... Monsieur de Sartine... so be it.

They remained for a long time, and on several occasions, I seemed to hear loud bursts

of voices... And then the accused left, free as air, not without the fact that

Monsieur de Sartine had previously would have made him ask for a cab... You don't seem surprised, Nicolas...

I agree... It's because this stroke of brilliance, above all, I expected to push both of them

to their limits ... Proceed, Mr. Commissioner... Proceed,

with only the weapons of your reason and those of your usual skills...

Do not expect any letters rogatory from me, nor any means of exception...

At least, the Count of Saint Germain will have you Does he make any revelation

which tends to exonerate him? Exculpate him of what? Because finally,

the question is that until now we cannot accuse him of anything, except that of existing,

which is not enough... Continue, continue... I would never have believed him capable

of such an incursion since it's a question of continuing, let's continue...

We cannot deny at least that she displays a great air of contentment...

which often brings a very substantial gain

at the pharaoh's table! Are you playing pharaoh, Bourdeau?

I used to play it... I don't play it anymore... Aahhh! You

are rare, Mr. Commissioner! Are you handing me over?

Lady Scarlett, the talented Lady Paulet...

My mistress had to hasten to her lands in Auxerre,

where she is in mourning... It is a great shame, indeed...

This absence could, however, be the opportunity for us to become friends - because

we could be friends, couldn't we? As a man and a woman can be,

when nothing conspires to make war against each other... Besides,

your voluptuous charms incline more towards abandonment than to wrath...

Damn! What do you have to ask so seriously

that you adorn yourself for a moment with some sudden gallantry?

A theft, committed last night at Versailles,

to the detriment of the Queen... A pearl of great beauty...

A case which required information, means and accomplices...

So you, who know nothing about the world of crime, would you have heard something?

If by chance you learn anything...

I will be sure to let you know... I now have an appointment at which he

It would be unbecoming for me to escape! I might be late.

I'm going home!

Madam wasn't expecting you anymore, Sir... Shhhh... Let me surprise her

... Is she there?

What is worth to me, Nicolas? The ambition that I do not

conceal, to combine business with pleasure...

I sense that in fact you do not intend to conceal anything... Your ambition honors me, Mr. Commissioner... But perhaps beforehand

it would be worth- It's better to do what's useful... Later, Madam, later... Have you noticed, Nicolas, that you treat me like a fool?

Would you consider complaining about it, Madam? Strange, Sir, this sudden mark

of attachment on your part... Usually, victory as soon as it is conquered and reconquered,

you hardly linger on the battlefield...

It's because I have a favor to ask you, Madame

And what can you ask of me that you have not already obtained...

That you return to the appearance of your former practices... I need you,

Madam, in a mission which requires so much boldness and know-how what veracity...

And where is this happening?

In the Gardens of Versailles, at the Petit Trianon...

You have drawn the broad outlines, now tell me the details...

The detail implies that if it is possible you will become stinking and that you

will become considerably ugly, which will hardly be difficult...

My master intends for you to give him the object...

Has your Master granted you the agreed sum? ...Good...

Your Master is an imbecile... and you are imprudent...

Come, Sir, your friend Sanson wishes to speak to you immediately...

Did you sleep well Bourdeau? Yes, very good, thank you!

I know very well that comparison is not right... However..., the guard, Nicolas, who was brought to me

from Versailles in the morning... Note the wounds on his back... Three very close wounds, carried

by a blade, which perhaps that of a dagger... And now, look... Follow me now...

Three wounds identical in every way, and a final wound that is undoubtedly fatal... In

each case, the assassin wanted to touch the heart and succeeded without incident...

Notice the angle... In our two cases the thrusting blows

came from below... The two victims are not colossi,

we can therefore deduce that their common assassin is small...

could they have anything else in common,

besides that of their assassin? Where does this one come from?

From the Place de l'Arsenal, last night the men of the watch snatched him from the hands of the looters...

He was not wearing any piece of clothing that would allow him to be identified... I can only

tell you that it is a question of a well-kept and well-fed man, whose hands show that he was

not accustomed to daunting tasks... So you are new? Would you not know that here,

as in the world, we do not do as we please?

I don't know anything, and just ask to make my ball...

Make your ball: as you go! You still have to be approved and pay your dues...

It would be nice to see that I pay anyone...

Take her! Could it be from these hermetic motives that you

expect some revelation, Nicolas? No point...

It is curious that nothing else was discovered during the

search of the young lady from Clairvois... It is because, in the strict sense, I did not

search there... You were in a great hurry and the body had to be transported...

Excuse me? I did a simple overview.

An overview?!

Here it is ! Well, my dear…

Did you think that our police force is not as good as that of the King? You are new, I am told... Did you not know

that you first had to go through me... And that before you were allowed to practice,

you had to demonstrate your abilities? Only they, after having exhausted your charms,

will be able to decide whether or not you should stay... Mine... Mine,

you others... Don't force me, Owl...

Nicolas! Nicolas!....Ahhh Sir... Not seeing you come back,

I took the liberty of coming

to join you... What happened? I think we will have tried

to prevent me from finding this… Bourdeau handkerchief!

Thank you Sir… Read, Bourdeau.

The Rose Cross... And a Templar ring...

She was a very cruel mistress, and who had me beaten because I

can no longer work... The practice is very repelled by this kind of ornament...

Who got it from? -you? With a nasty blow

of a dagger from a creature that I had believed to be worldly, and whose gangster I had teased...

Did you see, then, where the couple was heading?

Yes...The two of them went towards the Canal, where I saw them from a distance conversing with a

sentry... Then all three of them disappeared into a mezzanine...

Are you sure of what you're doing? I'm sure of it... There

weren't many people left in the aisles and this pair couldn't have

been missed... I only collected this shot and this handful of ugly monkey money...

I have to get to Paris, make yourself beautiful without delay, you're in the

game... Do you know where I can find a frame? At the King's Stables... The path is familiar to me,

not so much for the horses as for those who ride them...

The young lady Clotilde de Clairvois would be the granddaughter of Master Dumas,

the thing is instructive... And there the plan of the

residence of Master Dumas, the crypt... The Count of Saint Germain knew

the young lady of Clairvois... The young lady of Clairvois, undoubtedly by inheritance, knew the

Dumas house... He will have been informed by her: the deception is exposed, we have it the proof...

The deception, I understand, but the crime? Why would Saint Germain have killed the very person

who assisted him in his deceptions? I don't know, but it won't be long

before I learn something...

Now, sir? You don't think about it, you look like a dead person...

But in fact, I'm definitely counting on it! Prompt and terrible decadence,

Madam, of which you offer the pitiful spectacle... We knew you to be a cock in dough,

we find you stained with the mire into which the cruelty of destiny seems to have thrown you...

You seem to know a lot... Everything that my mistress knows, I know it too,

as befits a person capable of assisting her in everything... The cruelty of fate or that

of a man? Would our friend Nicolas have stopped providing for your maintenance...

He never provided for it...

It doesn't matter... At least you could have, your disgrace consummated,

turned towards this house... Madam would then not have missed you find a job in

his establishment... A job commensurate with your quality... Now, alas, in your state...

I don't need a job: mine is enough...

So the Owl is dead? What are you expecting from me ?

What are you expecting from me ?

That you facilitate my introduction to Madame d'Urfé by occupying the butler,

and by me... and after you had previously announced to her the news of my death...

Clearly, Sir, you are a man full of resources, and nothing seems to

stop... The stratagem is picturesque! It's true that your condition brings some

element of plausibility to it... Don't move

, the suffering could only get worse... A decoction of grass from

my governess's province. Leave your collar undone, so that we can

smear you with verisimilitude!!! Is it really them?

Without any possible doubt...

It now remains to know where they are staying... For that, all we have to do is ask: they are

both of my practices...they call themselves Baron and Baroness D'Héricourt.

So my friend was telling the truth...

You don't seem outraged by my appearance, Madam...

It's because the trade in ghosts is familiar to me,

and there is less to fear from your species than from that of the living...

What should I do? Did you not tell me about the

death of Mademoiselle de Clairvois? She saw everything, Mr. Spirit...

Could this be what caused her death? Why not ask him?

She doesn't know, Madam. What I know is that shortly after

his departure with Madame De Créquy we made music and that as we were leaving, a

quarrel of rare violence opposed the Count of Saint Germain and Monsieur the Chevalier d’Aumont…

The Chevalier d’Aumont? The Knight of Aumont

does not hide the fact of being one of the most eminent dignitaries of the Order of the Temple...

His acquaintance with Monsieur de Saint Germain... They are the complement of each other... The Count

is the amiable face of the 'Order, while the Chevalier d'Aumont is its

shadow... One takes pleasure in showing off, while the other focuses on punishing...

The reason for their quarrel, please? It was about the Mademoiselle de

Clairvois and a secret that she would have revealed...

Do you know where we can find this d'Aumont, Madame?

three times a week he attends mass in the Saint Eustache Church...

I urge you not to try to follow me, Madam...

Do not fear anything, Mr. Spirit... A meticulous report was kept

of the divination sessions. We will have to endeavor to unravel

the mystery. You will first carry out the most meticulous research in order to know

who is hiding behind the identity of a certain Chevalier d'Aumont...

Too bad: you nevertheless had a very convincing death...

It is enough that I convinced you...

How could you ?

This is because I had been provided with the keys, as well as a very satisfactory description of the place...

You don't seem troubled... Nor worried either...

So, someone had led your hand... With great imprudence , I agree...

And you have not found your account there... Not to the point that I intend to find it with you...

You are said to be rich in prodigious jewels, which even arouse the jealousy of the King...

For having searched here, I know they are not there...

Your most beautiful diamonds, Sir, against the pearl...

Otherwise? I fear that some

sharp blade will prematurely interrupt the course of your immortality... I am not a monster,

Mr. Count, so I will leave you until tomorrow to let me know your decision...

Mr. Commissioner, two creatures of the most repulsive appearance have presented themselves

and claim to meet you on the spot...

Well, bring in...

The fact is that their smell, alone, discourages all commerce...

They are downstairs, Sir, in the dungeon, where the most enraged by both, also causes a lot of noise...

Nicolas! Nicholas! Nicholas! Nicholas! The Floch! The Floch! The Floch! The Floch! Le Floch

Open this door for me! Are you a fly?

A fly, yes, and of the worst kind... To

achieve your goals, I had to commit homicide, Sir... Do you know what homicide means,

when you hold a life against yourself and you have to put an end to it? ? Leave it, I have no need of

your compassion... Don't you want to know right away what you wanted to learn?

Madam !

Wait for me ! Madam ! I'm with them...

Let me go, you're hurting me!!

I had the feeling that you were ignoring me, Nicolas, these last few days... You would have been very wrong...

See... See that I'm not hiding anything from you... Monsieur de Choiseul!!!

Yes, Monsieur de Choiseul, come to confess to us... A stupidity... A great stupidity, but is it not

precisely the characteristic of great minds to commit great stupidities?

With the intention of embarrassing the Count of Saint Germain,

whom he loathes and whose mission he knew, Monsieur de Choiseul saw fit to have

the pearl stolen by two people in whom he had complete confidence...

Very misplaced confidence, I I agree, and which I bet will serve as a lesson to me...

Because, when it was time to return the pearl for the agreed sum,

the thieves failed and the emissary did not reappear...

Was the meeting supposed to have taken place? place near the

Place de l’Arsenal? Soothsayer, you too,

or just well informed? Indeed: not far from the Pont Marie, as was agreed...

As for the emissary, it is very likely that

the unfortunate man is now in Basse-Geôle, reduced to the state of corpse...

Monsieur de Choiseul is worth ten thousand louis...

What does money matter, when it costs you nothing... What does money matter, in view of the discredit,

if this affair were to become known? Her Majesty warned,

the Pompadour alerted… I will soon see myself in very bad trouble!

Monsieur the Duke of Choiseul therefore intends for this

unfortunate affair to reach its conclusion as quickly as possible... To do this,

he did not hesitate to inform us of the identity of his two... Of his two associates...

The baron and the baroness d'Héricourt... Fichtre, the thing is already known...

People whose names not only do I know,

but whose refuge I have recently learned...

Well, what are you waiting for Nicolas, what are you waiting for for yourself hasten ?

Without pretending to overstep the instructions of Mr. de Sartine,

the recovered object, it would be good for you to ensure, Mr. Commissioner,

that the looters remain completely silent... I'm counting on you, aren't I?

There is no doubt that a quick comparison will indicate that this blade will have slain the royal guard as well

as the emissary of Monsieur de Choiseul... On this side, things become clearer: it is only a question

of simple brigandry, carried out by common law criminals... On the other hand, on this side the

mystery remains!

Dead, you say? Dead, and from the same instrument

that almost cost me my life...

At least this announcement dispels the fears of the inconsistent Monsieur

de Choiseul... Thus the thieves will have been robbed...

Everything suggests it... Often ,

to resolve a case that is slipping away, is it good to go back to the origins...

Isn't the case already resolved? And without, moreover, introducing

the slightest element of mystery, nor the smallest element of hermeticism?

No sir... The origin of the case is precisely to be found in hermeticism,

Mr. Lieutenant General of Police, what do you know about a certain

Chevalier d'Aumont? As for the Chevalier d'Aumont, no one is

better placed to inform you than Monsieur de Saint Germain himself...

It's not me you were expecting, Monsieur... It's not you, in fact...

Those you were waiting for will not come... What did you intend to do with such a treasure?

Buy back the pearl...

This thwarts my reasoning... Why buy it back, and at such a price?

No matter the price... It is about my fame, Sir, as well as the fate of royalty...

Neither reason can convince me... You will have to speak,

Mr. Count, and without looking refuge behind any quality whatsoever,

including that of the Rosicrucian…

A letter of cachet!! Shortly before the assassination of the

Mademoiselle de Clairvois, we know that you visited her... Why?

It was a question of taking a little of his blood,

intended for the decoction so as to revive the tear...

I cannot recommend enough to you not to put forward false reasons...

I tell you the truth: it had to be the blood of a virgin and the fact is common in

alchemical operations... Just one thing,

sir... What about thieves? They are dead. In the same way that

Mademoiselle de Clairvois was murdered... In the same way that they almost ended my life...

Quickly, sir, quickly, come: we must reach Paris...

You others, stay nearby, for me , I must go and advise.

The pearl is in the hands of the Chevalier d'Aumont,

and I know what use he intends to make of it...

What is it?

He intends to destroy it with fire, in a ritual manner,

in order to set in motion the curse attached to it...

Tell us for what reason, please?

How far should my revelations extend, Sir?

Until the moment when I judge it appropriate to interrupt them...

The Chevalier d'Aumont claims to belong to the ancient Order of the Temple... He claims to be descended

from a Chevalier d'Aumont, charged by the last Grand Master of the Templars ,

shortly before he went to the stake, to avenge the fall of his Order, destroyed on

the instructions of King Philip the Fair... The Rosicrucian, in all this...

Sir, I request the highest discretion

I respond from Commissioner le Floch as well as from myself.

It is a secret order, born in the 17th Century and keen on alchemy... Its followers aim to

promote humanity, through the intellectual and moral development of its members, numbering

of which it is well known that I appear... and there are a certain number of

competing and sometimes antagonistic chapels... This is how others, arguing for their

real quality as Rosicrucians, tend to pursue goals of Vengeance by

not hesitating to use the same violence that was used against their Order...

Yes!

I have a message for Commissioner Le Floch

As a Master Freemason, you were not unaware of all this, were you...

Not much, in truth... The Chevalier d'Aumont has just been

seen not far from Rue de l'Hirondelle entering through a low door decorated with a strange figure.

“Revenge… Vengeance… Vengeance…”

“Revenge… Vengeance… Vengeance…” My brothers, the temple will be avenged! Vengeance, revenge, revenge

D'Aumont!

You, miserable traitor...

Give...

In the name of the Holy Cross, give... The Temple is dead, Knight, and you know it well...

So, may Royalty also perish... To me, my brothers!

Give up, Chevalier... Give up...

It

's over, d'Aumont...

Not quite yet...

The tear of Warsaw is saved, Mr. Commissioner, all that remains

is to revive its shine... No longer remains, in indeed...

After we had removed the bodies from the room that you know,

I carried out careful observations... On the ground,

among the extinguished embers and the ashes of the crucible, I found this... Which looks like

strong to the remains of a pearl which would have been half consumed... What do you say, Sir?

A substitution made by Saint Germain... The pearl would then be dead, vengeance

initiated... The fall of the inscribed monarchy... I do not believe in curses, however,

there is no point in telling anyone about them... Likewise, for these leaflets,

which relates in detail very disastrous visions of the deceased young lady of Clairvois... Madame

d'Urfé complains confusedly that a specter stole them from her... Naturally,

your positive mind would know nothing about specters, Mr. Commissioner...

It would not serve to person, that the content could spread...

I feel bad winds rising... Some,

not the least of which is Monsieur Voltaire, speak in less and less veiled words,

of a revolution that others call of their wishes... for the moment, there is no need

to unnecessarily worry the King, before whom we must now appear...

So, my friend, have you achieved your goals... The pearl has regained its unparalleled brilliance...

Doubt it- you, Majesty?

Not at all, my friend, not at all... Madame la Reine would have liked to be there,

in order to show you her gratitude, but she is at the bedside of the Dauphin, who

has seized a fever, which is greatly worrying the doctors... You will be careful to hand over this box to the Queen...

I bet that in these moments, the Tear will be of precious help to her...

Mr. Marquis, I am grateful to you for having provided assistance that you have given to

Mr. the Count of Saint Germain... I wish also that one evening,

you appeared at one of the dinners given by the Pompadour... The story of your exploits is

always very entertaining, especially when it is not obscured by the veil of secrecy...

A secret that Monsieur de Sartine, with the laudable intention of sparing His King, often

with discernment, but sometimes without measure, extends over everything he claims not to have to reveal...

See you soon, Monsieur de Ranreuil, see you soon... My friend, I intend to confide to you , behind the back

of this good Choiseul, an important diplomatic mission to the Queen of Austria...

A diplomatic mission... Behind the back of Choiseul... Clearly,

Nicolas, Her Majesty is incorrigible!!!