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Paris. One hundred and thirty thousand Bretons, three thousand Americans,

three thousand five hundred Germans, a million and a half Parisiens.

La Rue de la Paix, the Opera, the Champs-Elysees...

The flea market. Yes, that's what it's called.

A huge market of old stuff. Nothing remarkable to look at.

Old furniture, scrap metal, bric-a-brac.

But, they say, an extraordinary affair started here.

True? False? It matters little. What matters is that the legend exists.

The modern world, with all its brutal certainties

so needs its dreams.

Things that are strange, bizarre, curious...

...Out of the ordinary.

Dreams that, sometimes, leave you not knowing what to think.

Supersonic aircraft, satellites, none of that impressed her.

Really?

- You know what she found really astonishing? - No.

Coincidences.

My dear young lady, your mother had real wisdom.

It's hard to find something good.

- This isn't bad. What do you think? - What would you do with it?

Actually, I don't know.

But to think how many coincidences...

Huh?

...are never seen. And here are you.

- What did you mean? - It's all connected.

Explain.

You go sailing on the sea and you see an island.

You say:'It's an Island.'

But it is not true, you are wrong. It is not an island at all.

Drain the water and you will see that even an island is connected to the mainland.

And for you, coincidences are like islands?

Of course! Take away the water and you will see.

It's not a very scientific point of view.

Oh, but what is science? Facts!

And I have facts! Twenty-five thousand of them in this closet.

Here you are.

- What is this? - Hold on.

Now you will see.

Come on.

Look: 'Rain of blood in Messina.'

'Wheels of Light In the Skies Over Scotland.'

- Flying saucers! It's all there. - Well, newspaper clippings

But they're true! Look: "The Annual Bulletin of the Sciences." "Review of Entomology."

See? These are all serious publications, aren't they?

- Shall I open another? - No, no, thank you.

But yes, I will, yes, yes.

Sadly, I don't often have the chance to enjoy a good can

with another connoisseur of the fantastic.

So you collect clippings, But why seal them in the cans?

- You want to know? - Yes.

Maybe it sounds silly, but it's because of the war.

- The War? - Yes, the final war, nuclear war.

I want to bury my entire collection.

- Foresight. - One has to adapt to the times.

It's taken me thirty-one years to build this collection.

And I would hate it if it were to be lost.

- May I? - Of course! Thank you.

- Perfect. - Here.

Thank you.

Smells like a good one. Asia, 1881. Rain of frogs in Borneo.

Giant Footprints On Everest.

And so what?

Why does science refuse to consider these facts?

What do they fear?

Maybe simply because they are improbable.

There you go. There we are. They are improbable.

But what does it matter if they are plausible or not, if they exist?

Borneo, Pamir, all distant places.

Without doubt. You prefer France? Just a moment.

At your disposal!

Just a little while ago, I opened this can.

August 3, 1925.

Versailles.

A mysterious ghost appears in The Hall of Mirrors...

- PARIS 1965 -

Good morning.

- Is Gautrais here? - Yes, sir.

I thought he was a sensible guy.

So, Gautrais, what happened?

- I'm just angry. - Angry?

It's just like that time they broke all the fire hydrants

and I had nothing to do with it, but they blamed me.

Now calm down. I just want to know what happened.

Last night, as I explained to Mr. Parusseau,

during my rounds

What time was it?

About 2:00 AM

I arrived on the ground floor.

There was a beautiful moon and so I turned off my flashlight.

Everything seemed normal.

- When, suddenly, I saw him. - Who?

Him! The ghost!

He was no more than six feet from me, by the statue of the Egyptian goddess.

- What did you do? - I shot.

You shot?

Sure and it is here the fun really begins.

I couldn't have missed. At least one bullet hit him.

But he didn't move!

And then what?

- And then... Good night. - What do you mean?

He disappeared.

Gautrais, are you mocking me?

- Yes, of course. - What?

Yes, sir, I'm mocking you.

Since I've finished my shift, I just thought I'd come up here to mock you.

Well you can go brag about it.

What's he thinking? Is he crazy?

No, believe me, he's a good man.

That's as maybe... Do you have his file?

- Yes, it's on your desk. - Thank you.

There on the right.

I knew you would ask for it.

- Drinking? - A little.

He also has a nickname.

- What? - Glu-glu.

Despite that, he has always been a fine worker.

Perhaps, Glu-glu raised the elbow more than usual last night.

That's what he's afraid of: you'll think he was drunk.

However, he made his report.

- Well, it's his duty! - But why? He could have kept quiet about this.

Here's another one.

Your ghost was in this area?

There, behind the statue.

Absurd.

Glu-glu, are you seeing things?

But then, how did he disappear?

Despite the moon, the gallery was still quite dark.

He only had to take two steps and go.

You think he must have escaped in this direction?

Yes.

Then, he must have gone into the other gallery.

Yes.

And when you chased after him, he wasn't there.

No.

So, he must have evaporated.

- Maybe a secret door. - A secret door?

But he wouldn't have had time to open it.

No, we've given the benefit of the doubt But it's useless, it doesn't stand up.

Come see.

Look. There are marks on the plinth.

A chisel, apparently.

What do you think of this then?

Belphegor.

I really don't understand.

There are easier things to try to steal.

And of greater value.

Monetary value doesn't always mean everything.

There are treasures where you'd least expect.

This old statue has suddenly become more interesting.

Like a plain girl being chased by a friend.

Yes: the one you end up marrying and then repent for life.

Was it last year you and your colleagues

made the plinth for Belphegor?

Yes.

And it's solid?

Of course.

And the statue is solid, too.

So, your idea doesn't work.

Yes, I know

No secret hiding place, so no treasure.

Look, we've examined the issue from every angle.

We can't waste time on this kind of nonsense.

Nothing about it makes sense The motive of the criminal,

what is it supposed to be?

- You forget the scratches. - Scratches?

I have not forgotten at all, but they are the only thing

in this entire business for which there's a plausible explanation.

We'll talk later.

We should call the police.

The police? If you like, if only to satisfy yourself.

- Excuse me? - Yes?

Let's not call the police, not right away.

There are two hundred and fifty of us guards.

- We can solve it ourselves. - Well, I'm not sure...

If you want, we will double the patrols tonight.

And I will hide myself in that room.

This does you credit, Sabourel. Okay.

But shoot straight, and try not to miss it. The statues are not living creatures.

Their wounds do not heal.

- What's wrong? - I feel sick.

- Sick? - Yes, sick, sick. What else do you want?

Drinking in the middle of the night?

I have to go to the Louvre.

- Again? - Yes.

- This has become an obsession. - I have to go.

Go on, then. Make yourself look like an idiot!

- I'm just wretched. - Oh, no!

Yes.

I drink and what I can say in my defence? Nothing.

- Can't you try to stop? - And how?

Luisa, you don' know what it's like, this addiction to drinking.

Even now, as I'm telling you, I'm ashamed to say it,

but I'm still thinking about where I left the bottle.

You're ill. Go see the doctor tomorrow.

Yes.

Tell him to get you started on treatment.

Now will you let me go to the Louvre?

- For god's sake! - Maybe he's back.

But it's only in your head. Don't you understand?

I've seen him!

Let's say you have seen him. Wouldn't it have been better if you'd said nothing?

- Why? - Because it might never return!

This ghost might reappear once every twenty years, every hundred.

But you only need to say you've seen it once,

for them to think you're crazy and lose your job.

Please.

- Will you stop with this ghost? - Yes.

Lie down. Rest your head.

- Look, there's Glu-glu. - Have you seen Sabourel?

Sabourel? Tonight he's on the tiger hunt.

Tonight. I'm going to find it.

Maybe.

I'd like to see a ghost. I'm fed up to here

with Apollos and Venuses.

Sabourel!

Sabourel!

Help! Help!

Help!

What's going on?

Sabourel!

What about Sabourel?

He's dead.

- What's happened? - Can't you see?

- Has the old man died? - Apparently so.

What was wrong with him?

I don't know. He had a bad feeling. Premonitions. Forebodings.

But forebodings are not a disease.

True, but it all depends on how many you have.

You think constantly about death and then, one fine day... crack!

The other night, without reason, he declared he couldn't go on

So, I called the doctor. But when he arrived,

it was too late. And so his premonition came true.

It was about 2:00 AM.

2:00 AM when?

- The night between Saturday and Sunday? - Yes.

Same as Sabourel.

- Who's Sabourel? - The guard at the Louvre.

- Here, look. - Yes, it's true. What a coincidence!

Are there coincidences?

- Super? - No, normal. Otherwise it'll explode.

- How much? - Ten francs worth.

Good.

- So you've really decided? - Why not?

It's a crazy idea.

When I get a question in my head, I have to find the answer.

How about concentrating on the answers you'll have to give in your exams?

You have physics and chemistry coming up and you're not prepared.

Anyway, how will you get inside the Louvre after it's shut?

- I'll work it out when I'm there. - I just don't understand.

It's stronger than me.

The old man's death?

Yes. It's a coincidence that haunts me.

I was troubled by his theories.

I need to know if this ghost exists.

Thank you.

Hey! Excuse me! I was just going to park there!

I'm sorry, but I'm in a rush. Another time.

What a jerk!

- We know each other. - I don't think so.

In the parking lot.

Please, excuse me.

- Would you let me pass? - Sorry

I thought the formal mode of speech was dead.

Only among the youth of today.

What have you got against the youth of today?

- Everything. - You prefer older men?

- Yes. - Bravo!

Yes, I prefer older men. My father, for example.

And what's so extraordinary about your father?

What is it? Don't you have the answer?

His illusions.

Illusions? Like what?

Like virtue, enthusiasm, love, everything.

Don't you think you are being too hasty,

in passing judgement on an entire generation?

I have to be on my guard. I don't want to walk

into a house of death. I know there are some think we should

give up all our illusions. And in particular, us young women.

There's no sin in that.

Maybe. And maybe one day my father will open his eyes and see it's 1965

It will be a sad day. If we can not

find some illusions left in our parents, where will we look for them?

Not among our peers.

But with peers like you - why not?

I see you're very keen to make amends.

The museum is closing!

Closing time!

We have to go or we'll get locked in.

You're not coming?

No.

You want to spend the night in here?

- Yes. - Why?

I'm writing a novel.

- A novel? - Yes.

And I imagined just this situation for my hero: locked in the Louvre.

Isn't it a good idea?

I don't know. But, well, good luck for the novel, Mr. Bellegarde.

How do you know my name?

I found out with a spell.

Mr. Bellegarde!

Mr. Bellegarde?

Where are you?

- Who's there? - The girl, from earlier.

What girl?

The girl who stands up for her father.

What are you doing here?

- You shouldn't stay in here. - And why?

The ghost. Have you forgot?

But it's him I'm looking for.

This is stupid - I've been looking for you to warn you about the ghost.

Brilliant idea. And so I give away my hiding place.

- You're not going to stay in here? - Oh, yes.

If I try to leave now, I'll have the guards on me.

Sorry. I hadn't thought.

Let me think.

- It's extraordinary. - What?

I'm here, locked in the Louvre, talking quietly

with an unknown girl.

- There's only one thing troubling me. - What's that?

- That you're such a liar. - I lie?

- All the time. - For example?

For example, for a young girl who pretends to have old-fashioned ideals

you don't seem in any hurry to get home.

I go home whatever time I want.

And your famous father has nothing to say about it?

He works at night.

Another thing. You say you don't like the company of young men

yet you sit chatting in the dark with me for two hours.

What - do you suspect me of being Belphegor's accomplice?

I don't know.

You're too suspicious, Mr. Bellegarde.

- I don't think so. - Take my advice, come with me.

No.

What is it you think you're going to see?

I just want to see, and nothing else. Nothing else.

I'll tell you what will see. A common criminal.

Covered with a black sheet, with a box of biscuits on his head.

And there's something else you might see.

Something worse.

A crime. And you know who the victim will be.

- You don't have to worry about me. - But yes I do.

Still. I've warned you.

But you didn't explain some strange things.

When someone is trying to save you, do you need to know what's behind their actions?

Please, let's just go now.

No.

Let's just hope nothing happens.

Which, fortunately, is very probable.

- What is it? - Sshh!

Maybe it's him.

Hide!

I'm scared.

- Let's get out. - No.

Can you see? It's a child.

- Or a pilot fish. - What?

The fish that swim in front to guide sharks.

Sharks are short-sighted.

Now the ghost will come. Let's go!

- Are you crazy? - Let's go or I'll scream.

Come on. Stay in here. No one will come looking for you here.

- But you? - Look, just leave me alone.

Here!

Folco!

Folco!

No, Folco!

The stairs, quickly! Come with me.

- So? - Nothing.

Impossible.

Impossible, he can't just have vanished. Call the patrol.

I want this place gone over with a fine tooth comb.

He must be here somewhere.

How's he doing? Is he hurt?

Nothing broken, I think. But he'll have a wonderful bruise.

I am Commissioner Menardier. And this is my daughter, Colette.

Yes, Colette Menardier. Forgive me.

- Are you police too? - No. Police?

Colette just gives me a hand every now and then.

An original idea.

- It fooled me, anyway. - Are you very angry?

Did he get away because of me?

No, on the contrary, thanks to you, we almost caught him.

And at least we can say we saw him.

Well, yes - but he escaped.

But we know now that he really exists.

And that's something, right?

Go get a cup of coffee both, of you. You did well.

- And listen, Mr. ... Mr.? - Bellegarde.

Mr. Bellegarde, I thank you for your cooperation.

But, however useful, I prefer to do without it.

Do not worry, I won't be doing anything else like this.

- Yes? - Hello? Belphegor?

Colette! Here she comes.

- Who is it? - It's Andre.

- Good morning. - I have the whole day off.

Great!

I'll come for you, say ... around 6:00. Is that okay?

Perfect.

- I'll see you shortly. - Bye.

You'll want to hear the radio news.

- Why? - Listen.

...when the presence of a young student, Bellegarde...

caused some confusion in the museum...

lnterrogating, the young...

- If my father hears this, I'm in trouble. - That's what I thought.

From tomorrow, I concentrate on work.

Provided my father doesn't order me to return to Bordeaux.

Between you and me: you asked for it.

We'll see what happens.

I have an appointment with Colette, but first I'll stop by the college.

- Bye. - See you.

Our next news bulletin will be in an hour.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- How much is this? - Fifteen.

Please, I want an autograph.

Aren't you Andre Bellegarde, the man from the Louvre?

Yes. Why?

Because strange stories are my passion. Won't you talk to me?

Climb in.

No, don't talk now

I thought you wanted to hear the story?

I have a better idea.

- Do you recognize it? - No.

- I thought you were an expert on the Louvre. - Then you're crazy.

- However, it's very nice. - Yes.

Please, sit.

Here.

- Your name is Andre Bellegarde? - Well, yes.

Talk to me.

I really like your place. Intimate and alive and... full of beautiful things.

- Why don't you be quiet? - You asked me to speak.

- Do my contradictions irritate you? - No.

However, they disturb me. That's my problem

I am full of small contradictions.

Like one of those cakes, half vanilla, half chocolate.

- Do you like those? - Yes, of course.

- What are you studying? - Physics.

- And so. - And so what?

It seems that, at the molecular level, contradictions don't exist.

So why should it be of value among human beings?

Fair enough.

- Strange, physics. - What's so strange?

The energy contained in the atom. It's enormously powerful, right?

It's been proven.

But the energy contained in humans is greater, no?

When you discover how to free it?

I can already see my mushroom cloud. Boom!

It will be beautiful: purple with golden shimmers.

And a fall out scented like chocolate. I hope you have a good sense of smell.

- Be nice. - Yes?

- Why? - Why what?

- Why set up this scene? - To please you.

There was no need.

Tell me more about you.

What can I say? I am a student.

But since my night with Belphegor, everything has changed around me,

and become strange, fantastic, like something in a film.

Even your invitation. Is it not just a little amazing?

What's so amazing?

- For you, nothing, perhaps. - You are a famous man.

Well, even if that were true: Why?

To seduce you.

I repeat, you wouldn't have to try so hard.

It's true. But I want so much more.

More than to seduce me?

- I want... - Is it so hard to say?

- I want to capture you. - Capture me?

- Yes. If it is convenient for you. - And how would you capture me?

Very simple. I'd simply install you here in my house

And then: you do not move. I will bring you your books,

toothbrush, and the rest. But I warn you:

If you stay here, You will talk to no one,

you will see no one. You will live only for me.

- And then? - And then? I will make you do what I want.

- Explain. - I will smother you.

But I promise to only make you do pleasant things.

But pleasant things tend not to last long.

So much the better!

I understand. For you, love is something you must get rid of quickly.

No, not exactly. But when I've had enough, I take it with both hands..

And throw it out of the window. That's okay, right?

You want to be like the warrior queen of Atlantis, with your lovers in chains.

Yes: an Atlantis reduced in size to fit these rooms.

But if that frightens you, You don't have to accept.

Kiss me.

- You've thought it through? - Kiss me.

Not quite enough to drown me.

A little patience.

- I'm getting worried now. - No no, don't not worry.

It's been eight days. and he hasn't called.

He'll turn up.

- Maybe I should investigate. - No, Colette.

Listen to me carefully. I've let you give me a hand in some cases...

when you've been determined to. Within limits. But that was all.

But it's not right. Something could have happened to him.

And if it has? His private life is no concern of yours.

- His private life? - Yes.

So you do know something!

No, I tell you. And now, leave me alone.

As you wish.

Hello?

- This is Belphegor. - Which Belphegor?

There is no other.

- It's not Andre? - This is Belphegor.

And I'd like to see you, Commissioner, if possible?

- Yes. - Now, then.

But how?

I'm opposite your house, in a cafe. Shall I come up?

But be careful. From this instant, not so much as a word, not a gesture.

Are we clear? If not, nothing doing.

Do I have your word?

Commissioner?

Yes, I agree.

- I have your word? - Of course.

Fine. I'm coming.

What are you doing here? Are you crazy?

Why am I crazy? Here, they left this outside my door...

shouting to take it up to you, that it was urgent.

Thank you. I'm sorry. But I was waiting for a very important visitor.

That's no reason to offend people.

No, you're right. Sorry again. Would you mind leaving me alone.

It's not about the matter at the Louvre?

No, no.

Here, now, we don't want any of your ghosts here!

- No, don't worry. - Don't bring it here!

I warn you, if I see him, I'll kick his ass down the stairs.

- All right. - And then feel free to go to complain to my husband.

Sure, good-bye, ma'am.

Do not be surprised. Naturally I have to take certain precautions.

But we will meet, do not worry.

Here's what you must do: get into your car

and drive up to Besinet.

When you see the railway, the little bridge, you have arrived.

From here, leave the car and continue on foot.

Before you, there is a line of trees running along the side of a pond.

Follow these, straight on, and you won't go wrong.

Sure, the place is deserted.

Worried?

No, Commissioner Menardier is never scared.

Bravo!

Deep down, I admire you, Commissioner No, really, I'm serious.

Because you have to realise that this is the perfect place for an ambush.

I could be there, hidden, behind a tree.

Okay, just a few metres more now.

Almost there. There's the house. Lovely, isn't it?

See you soon.

What you hesitate again, Commissioner? Come on. Almost there now.

Aren't you curious to see me?

Be careful, the steps are a little treacherous.

What can you do? It's an old house.

The bell doesn't work.

The lady is waiting for you.

This door?

This door.

I know it's summer, Commissioner.

Madame.

Summer is the season for setting fires. For setting fire

to love letters. And watching them burn.

But how could they not burn? It's only paper.

Who are you, ma'am?

Lady Hodwin.

- My name means nothing to you? - I'm afraid not.

Still, it is a name that has been famous in its time.

Have a seat, please.

But maybe you will remember my nickname.

Once, they called me Lady Phonograph.

Phonograph?

I had a craze for making phonographs, recording myself.

'The Hymn to the Sun.'

The climax! All human vanity is but an illusion.

I thought I was a great artist. It's funny now, isn't it?

Why have I been brought here?

To listen to what I have to reveal.

I'm listening.

The actions of Belphegor are nothing criminal.

Really?

No crimes. No theft. Nothing like that. Nothing.

You forget the murder of Sabourel.

No, I do not forget! When I learned of it, I scolded Belphegor severely.

Absurd, stupid.

- But in the end, it doesn't really matter. - You think?

Every day, someone dies on the roads.

- So what? - No one makes a tragedy out of it.

You seem to be confusing murder and accidents.

Not at all.

You know very well that every day the list of crimes grows shorter.

While the list of accidents lengthens.

Political crime? Accident. Mundane crime? Accident.

The crimes of our secret agents? Accidents. And, you must, admit, sometimes...

also some mishaps of the police...

They turn into accidents.

So, then, add Sabourel to the list of accidents,

and we can put a lid on it.

I'm afraid my conscience will not allow me to do that.

Well, make a little effort.

Did you know that I sang 'The Trojan Women'?

It's the disc that's scratched, not the voice.

The voice is alive.

- So what are you saying? - Forget Belphegor.

- And if not? - Then I may have to scold him again.

Our conversation was interesting but useless, Ma'am.

Tell that to those who made me come here.

Menardier!

I am really surprised. Honestly.

I thought if I told you Belpeagor's intentions were not dishonest,

then everything would be cleared up. Sit down. Oh, come on.

And let us start our friendly conversation again from the beginning.

Can I get you something? I have a Port that has been praised

by many connoisseurs.

No, no, thank you.

Nothing.

You'll never hear anything more about him.

But what exactly are the intentions of your protege?

- I cannot tell you anything. - Why, if they are so harmless?

It is a secret.

There are no secrets to the police.

- Have you ever thought why that is? - And why?

Well, many try to hide secrets from the police.

But only some succeed. And those are the most cunning,

the most intelligent, the strongest.

And the most dangerous.

Certainly. And that is why it is better to leave them in peace.

Belphegor is a secret that must remain secret.

It would be as well if he did not exist.

And so it is simple, it seems to me, is it not?

But then there's Sabourel.

Stop bothering me with this Sabourel. All you do is repeat that name!

I also deplore the death of this guard at the museum.

And I will tell Belphegor this again, I promise.

Woe to him if he tries again. But still. For an accident?

You want to start a war?

To avenge this crime, you want to bring down catastrophe?

We'll see.

I warn you. So far, Belphegor has shown only the merest hint of his power

He can strike much, much harder.

And much, much closer.

Can you read between the lines?

Sometimes.

But this time: the meaning is clear?

Not so much.

What a pity. You have a daughter?

That is not a question that I like.

- Pretty, from what I understand. - Yes. And I know how to defend her.

So why think that I don't know how to defend Belphegor?

- What has all this to do with you? - Ask those ashes.

You will never solve this puzzle.

All documents which would have allowed you

to identify Belphegor lie there in that fireplace.

I destroyed them all.

All this he been very interesting. Thank you very much.

Menardier! Look at me.

Do you think I would have lived so long had I not been well protected?

What do you mean?

I am the only ghost in this story.

I have grown old beyond all limits. It is horrible to grow so old.

Inhuman. For me, life is over.

- Menardier, do you want me to die? - What?

All you have to do is ask

I can die now, here, immediately. It's very easy.

I don't understand what you are proposing.

Why? You require a victim? Take it. And justice is done.

Sabourel is avenged and everything is in place.

But you must promise, from this moment on, you must swear...

you will forget Belphegor.

- No. - Very well then. So it goes.

What are you still doing here? Go Away!

Otherwise, these rotten old memories will suffocate you!

Richard. Teresa!

Gravson!

And the oldest, the most rotted away:

...Lady...Phonograph.

How do you find your mistress?

Don't you think she's a little strange?

She is my lady, sir.

I understand. She is your lady.

- You're alone? - What's up?

Nobody wants you looking into this story.

Wait, not so fast.

You're mad. Leave me alone.

Less of the movie dramatics, eh?

You are paid to give me information.

Yes, when it's a normal case.

But this case isn't normal. I don't even know what it is.

Murder.

Yes, there's that. But the rest?

What's the matter? I don't understand.

You've taken risks for me in the past.

And I would again, but there's one thing I do not want.

- What's that? - Fear.

Now, I'm afraid. As are you. You watch over your daughter

day and night. But my family, who protects them?

You're on your own.

Commissioner, there you are. I was just going to call you.

Yes. Why were you calling?

A strange thing happened.

What?

We noticed that some statues have been moved.

- When? - Tonight, maybe last night.

Small displacements, but clear enough.

How did you notice?

Simple, by marks on the floor.

Yes. Naturally.

The conclusion is obvious, is it not?

Yes. He's back. Belphegor.

I confess that I'm afraid. Even the guards are alarmed.

I ordered the lights to be kept on in the galleries.

- Let's see. - Just one moment, sir.

Do you know who Belphegor was, in ancient times?

No.

The god of deception and malice.

When it was the task of trusted acolytes to make human sacrifices,

they would bind the condemned by the statue in the evening, and by morning,

the victim had disappeared. Nothing remained.

- At most, a little dust. - A legend.

Perhaps.

Well, a belief that's a long time dead, right?

Who knows? Dead idols are a little like extinct volcanoes.

They can sometimes awaken after centuries of silence.

You're not serious?

We'll see.

No, Mr. Parusseau. The only thing mysterious about this case

Is its power to make even the most balanced of us a little irrational.

Well, no one knows how he enters and exits the Louvre.

Yes, this is true.

And the statues were moved. What have you to say to that?

- Maybe it is easily explainable. - You think so?

Probably just a trick to confuse us.

Would you excuse me?

Hello? yes?

Yes, stay on the line, he's here. For you, Commissioner.

Your aide, Folco.

Menardier.

What is it, Folco?

Colette has disappeared.

I like all movies, except romances.

Why?

All that frill and fuss bores me. I like mystery.

The mystery for me now is what's waiting for me at home.

I hope that Folco hasn't noticed my escape.

You didn't leave a note to say where you'd gone?

No, after your phone call, I ran like lightning.

So, let's hurry.

I was reading in my room, He won't have had any reason to check.

Oh, I forgot my gloves! Wait a minute.

- Yes miss? - I'm looking for my gloves.

I was here.

- What happened? - I don't know.

Colette! Colette!

- What happened? - I don't know.

- What, you have no idea? - No, I think I fainted.

- Did they hit you? - I don't know, I can't remember anything.

Let's get you home quick. I'm worried.

- What happened to her? - Nothing.

- Are you ill? - No, I'm fine now.

Thank you.