CHAPTER VII

FAGERAULT TAKES A HAND JEAN D’ENNERIS and Chief Inspector Béchoux stood like images behind their tapestry. Only, from time to time d’Enneris’ relentless fingers punished the detective’s shoulder. Profiting by a kind of interlude in the proceedings, he breathed in his companion’s ear: “What do you make of it? Clearing up a bit, what?” “Darkens as fast as it clears,” grumbled Béchoux. “We’ve learned the Mélamare secret, but that doesn’t get us any further on the kidnapping and the stolen diamonds.” “Too true. Van Hou…