La belle captive Page #3

Heart attack

The patient's state of exhaustion

contributed considerably

No doubt you collect postcards?

Me? No, why?

You just took one belonging to

the late Comte de Corinthe

I'm Inspector Francis

We're seeking the whereabouts of

de Corinthe's "fiancee"

As his cousin, you can help us

- l'm not his cousin

- Exaclly as I thought

May I ask what you're doing here?

I came on business

Quite natural. You were in business

with the deceased

Did you know his fiance?

No. I saw her for the first time

in the papers today

Perfect

By the way, the photo was wrong

It's not the vanished fiance,

but a former friend...

...who played a major role

in the Comte's life

The confusion is due either to

a resemblance between the two...

...or to the patient's state

last night

A final question and you're free

May I see the object deforming

your right pocket?

I hope it isn't a revolver

Don't worry, it's a woman's shoe

You're a fetishist, like everyone

Quite natural

A friend asked me to take her shoe

to the dry cleaner...

...to have some stains removed

Bloodstains

You see, these shoes were worn by

the lady we're looking for

It's inadequate to accuse you

of kidnapping...

...you wouldn't walk about with

such a compromising object

You just picked it up in a corridor

You're a private eye, conducting

your own investigation

It's all quite normal. However,

I must confiscate your find

In compensation, these are for

your collection

Monsieur de Corinthe had

a whole pile

Billowing waves...

...at rising tide

Shoe in the sand, painter's easel

Red curtains, urgent message,

for a corpse

Sand, shoe and blood

"My dear Comte, does this recall

anything? Sara Zeitgeist"

Symbolic exchange...

...curtains... from a theater

What could I do with your letter?

I couldn't give it to de Corinthe

So I came to receive orders

Why take the postcard on his desk?

Why show me this silly picture?

What has it to do with your mission?

Is it a likely trail? Does it

bring back a memory, or what?

No, nothing, I don't know

I brought it as the Inspector had

many copies. It seemed strange...

and I thought you might know why

But I took the postcard...

...without thinking, for no real

reason, no reason

Be careful, Walter.

You're hiding something

No. Hiding what? From whom?

It's true. I haven't felt at ease

since last night...

...as if I'd been drugged

at that club

I don't know what I'm doing.

It might be best if you...

Now what's happening?

Here I am

Here I am, Walter

What do you want of me?

How did you get in here?

What a way to welcome me...

...on my return from a long journey

You seem afraid, afraid of me,

your fiance

You said you so wanted to see me

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