Behaviors that
he couldn't explain by himself.
The captain of the gendarmerie, coming back
at Ladurée’s residence, he informed the Commissioner
C. Monet, of his first defeat.
Commissioner! No trace of the children!
Captain?! They couldn't have gone
that far!
Commissioner C. Monet replied, rolling his long mustaches.
We looked all over Paris!
Checked everywhere, inquired of anyone! Mr. Commissioner! Nothing!
Call for reinforcements! Get our people on it!
That's an order!
Commissioner C. Monet snorted bored and shouted loudly.
The captain of the gendarmerie,
as embalmed, frozen by that sudden anger,
he clicked his heels with
an empty and blank look.
He greeted the commissioner, putting his hand outstretched above his right eye
and executed orders received.
Do you think Madame Tussauds
is still sleeping?
Commissioner C. Monet asked
the vain maid.
I think yes! Mr. Commissioner.
She ordered not to be bothered by anyone! Madame Tussauds does not feel very well ... In the meantime, would you like something? Can I get you some coffee?
Yes, please! No sugar.
If you let me, I'll take a look
at Count Ladurée’s studio ...
Can you tell me which way?
Sure, follow me upstairs.
The bimbo maid said
getting the long stairs.
Madame Tussauds, actually,
was not bad or even sleeping.
Those were just the orders given to the maid, so that they would not know
where she was gone.
Madame Tussauds had snuck out of the service door to go to Reverend Dumas.
She had to hand over
secrets and important documents.
She had to hand them over the Reverend
so as he could keep them safe in a safe place.
Far from the prying eyes of the Gendarmerie, which now
fixed abode in her villa.
The documents were: The will and testament and the ...
Count Ladurée’s DIARIES AND MEMORIES.
Edith the little nightingale of Paris,
followed the whole story from the roofs and windows of Ville Lumière.
Commissioner C. Monet, holding
his cup of steaming coffee,