Then he quickly took Dupin’s pen, and wrote a check. He signed it, and then gave it to Dupin.
Dupin looked at the check carefully, and out it in his pocket. Then he went to his writing desk and unlocked it. He took out a letter, and gave it to the Chief. The Chief held it in a shaking hand, and read it quickly. Then he run from the room without saying a word. I never saw a happier man.
After he left, my friend explained the mystery.
“The Parisian police are usually very good,” he began. “G------‘s search was probably the best that was possible.”
“The best that was possible?”
“Yes. They searched carefully, but their search did not fit the crime or the criminal. The Chief works hard, but he cannot think with a criminal’s mind, only with his. That is enough for most criminals. The Chief knows how they think. He knows what they do. But if the criminal is very intelligent, the police cannot catch him. They have no imagination.
