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If, moreover, you had seen him play the other day against the Harlequins, you could but fall down on your knees and worship. Here, too, he rivalled Cardillac.
"There never was any band; it was René Cardillac alone, who sought and found his victims with such an amount of diabolical ingenuity and activity. It was in the fact of his being alone that his impunity lay the practical impossibility of coming upon the murderer's track. But let me go on.
With a smile she sprang up from her seat, and going up to Cardillac quickly and actively as a young girl, she laid her hands on his shoulder, saying, "Take back your treasure, Master René, which the villains have robbed you of!" And she circumstantially related how the ornaments had come into her possession.
By-and-by Cardillac suddenly lost all his good spirits; he crept moodily about, uttered unintelligible words, and worked his arms as if warding off something hostile. His mind seemed full of evil thoughts. For a whole morning he had been going on in this way.
"What were you saying, friend Cardillac?" asked Muller with a great show of interest. "I have done things here that nobody has found out. It gives me great pleasure to see the authorities so helpless over the riddles I have given them to solve. Oh, indeed, sir, you would never imagine how stupid they are here." "In other words, friend Cardillac, you are too clever for the authorities here?
Of course, there is the man who strangely enough considers himself the reincarnation of the famous French murderer, the goldsmith Cardillac, who, as you remember, kept all Paris in a fervour of excitement by his crimes during the reign of Louis XIV. But in spite of his weird mania this man is the most good-natured of any. He has been shut up in his room for several days now.
So unpleasant, and Carfax was much more real, even now, than an abstract rabbit. "Dear boy," said Cardillac, easily, "Carfax is dead. We all miss him it was a beastly, horrible affair, but there's no point in dwelling on things; one only gets morbid, and morbidity isn't what we're here for." "It's all very well," Craven was angrily muttering, "but it's scandalous the way you forget a man.
"Yes, just took my dog for a bit." "See you in Hall?" "Right o!" The voice began again calling under the windows "Carfax! Carfax!" Olva climbed the stairs to his rooms. He went into Hall. He sat amongst the particular group of his own year who were considered the elite. There was Cardillac there, brilliant, flashing Cardillac.
Tell Me that you will follow Me. I spoke to you in the wood. You have broken My law. . . ." "Lot of piffle," he heard Cardillac's voice from a great distance. "These freshers are always gassing." The electric light, seen through a cloud of tobacco smoke, came slowly back to him, dull globes of colour. "It's so hot I'm cutting," he whispered to Cardillac, and slipped out of the room.
Your acute intelligence will then despise the generous feeling and kindliness which do honour to you, but in me would be out of place. Eh bien! this morning René Cardillac is found murdered by a dagger-thrust, no one is by him except his workman, Olivier Brusson and the daughter.
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