A Little Girl In The Middle Of Nowhere Lost Her Happy Thought

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do not worry, Reverend!

So saying, she greeted the Reverend Dumas with a sharp handshake and headed home.

Commissioner C. Monet was waiting for her and she said to herself to remain calm.

Actually, the commissioner was in the Count’s studio, but among all the things to be investigated,

he had completely forgotten about Madame Tussauds and her false maladies.

Edith the little nightingale of Paris, followed the whole story

from the roofs and misted windows of Paris.

The cup of coffee was on the desk,

rested and forgotten, now cold.

Rolling his right mustache, the commissioner flipped through the documents, books and manuscripts,

while sitting at Count Ladurée’s desk.

Returning home from the service door,

Madame Tussauds sneaked into her bedroom, without anyone seeing her;

she put on her nightly dressing and messed up her hair quickly.

Good morning, Mr. Commissioner!

She said, faking a yawn, while entering Count’s studio’s door.

Good morning Madame.

In the meantime, I've taken the liberty to take a look.

Curiosity is a defect to us poor Policemen!

No problem, take your time.

Did you find anything of interest?

Yes, very interesting I would say.

Count Ladurée seemed to be a genius! At least, from what I can guess.

I think he was dealing with alchemy and mesmerism, not black magic, Madame!

Well! What difference does it make! Even the devil is called by many names!

Satan, Devil, Lucifer, Demon, etc. ...

Unfortunately for you,

my curiosity leads me to know

even about things that do not concern me.

And it isn't quite the same thing. Madame.

It will seem a detail of little value to you, but for me it is not so!

However, I have to come back often in this studio; there are many things I still have to understand and these things could bring us to the little girl and the newborn!

Of course, Commissioner, come every day or when you want.

Indeed, I would like you also to come on the last Sunday of the next Summer,

I'm having a party with a surprise for my birthday.

You are hereby formally invited

among the honored guests.

Thank you, happy birthday then, I'll gladly.

Investigations permitting, of course!

Although it seemed strange to Commissioner C. Monet thinking of a birthday party and dancing in those particular circumstances.

When an eleven-year-old girl, who is the birthday woman’s granddaughter, and an unknown baby boy escaped without leaving a trace and without an apparently valid motive for doing that gesture.

Even if the commissioner found it strange,

he still decided to attend the party,

when it was time to go.

Commissioner C. Monet

had accepted the invitation without blinking an eye.

Especially to understand certain things he was carrying around in his head ... Strange ideas!

Moreover, it was said for years and throughout Paris about the great parties at Ladurée House.

It was told of dances and glamour, food, and the impeccable lady of the house.