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After recommending to Reverend Dumas, to take great care of the documents handed over and not to show them to anyone,

never under any circumstances,

Madame Tussauds, took on her fur coat

and said:

 When this story is over, you will receive a reward

for your current and past services,

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.

Madame Tussauds, queen of gossip

and Parisian social life.

Commissioner C. Monet wanted to understand

the complicated full facts.

It was all about that with him.

In the meantime, in the stable, Mary Jane

was still trying to persuade Bernhard to come out of his dump.

 Come on, Bernhard! Come out! ...

I need some advice! I beg you! Please!

 What advice? ...

Bernhard the mouse asked intrigued.

 Let’s go a little through the meadows,

it’s important to me!

 Ok! But I don’t like you anyway!

 And neither do I! ... Are we going?

 Thomas will stay with the baby, along with the cows! ... Let's go!

Bernhard said very determined.

 Now, you came to ask me something.

 I wanted some advice from you! Want to listen carefully?

 Ok! I'm all ears!

The friendly rodent said, dropping to the ground to laugh as a fool.

 Bernhard, don’t be stupid! This is a serious matter! Very serious!

But so saying, also Mary Jane got a laugh and she wasn’t able to stop.

They laughed out loud together until they cried for a stupid silly thing.

And just like that, they became

true and great friends.

There was a bright sun that morning and

the green meadows seemed to glow

of stars and crystals.

As the dew glinted

along their way,

Mary Jane asked Bernhard to accompany her to Paris.

 I need clothes and I have an absurd hunger! ... I'm tired of eating

milk and eggs!

The little girl said with her eyes glittering like the green fields around them.

 Alright! We will leave tomorrow morning at sunrise and Thomas will come with us.

The others will take care about the baby. I’ve a lot of friends in town and I would love to go with you.

Bernhard said with quite a knowing smile.

 Thomas says you know many things

about my father and that you are very touchy! I think that's true!

I'm just a little girl and if there were any mistakes in my family,

I just don’t think that’s my fault.

I'd like to know about my Father and

my Mother, that’s all!

Bernhard grabbed Mary Jane’s hand,

led her to the shadow of

a large chestnut tree.

The two walked meeting the sun,

in an absurd frame.

A backlit picture where:

A little girl with bright blond hair,

who goes away on her back, bent on one side.

Like a tired and shabby old lady,

holding a little mouse’s hand.

Walking by his side,

towards the light of the East.

 What an absurd scene!

The great ones and the unimaginative ones would say.

But so it was!