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So she took her son's arm, and led him away, saying: "Come, let us go." Pascal had kept the cab which he had been using during the afternoon; and having installed his mother inside, he got in himself, and gave his new address to the driver. "Now tell me all," said Madame Ferailleur.
He did see it only too well; and his embarrassment increased to such a pitch that he began to scratch his head furiously. At last he decided on a plan. "First of all, mademoiselle, brace yourself against the wall, and now stand firm. Yes, like that. Now, are you all right? Well, I have found M. Ferailleur!" Chupin's precaution was a wise one, for Marguerite tottered.
If he could only find out this woman who had called for the trunks, it would lead to the discovery of Madame Ferailleur and her son but how was he to ascertain the woman's whereabouts? She had said that she kept a wine-shop on the Route d'Asnieres. Was this true? Was it not more likely that this vague direction was only a fresh precaution?
Then as soon as M. Maumejan emerged from the Model Lodging House, he followed him. The young man with the clean shaven face walked up the Route d'Asnieres, turned to the right into the Route de la Revolte, and at last paused before a house of humble aspect. At that moment Chupin darted toward him, and softly called, "M'sieur Ferailleur!" The young man turned instinctively.
He darted to his own room, and a minute later he returned with a package of letters, which he laid on the table, saying: "Here, mother, read and see for yourself." Madame Ferailleur drew her spectacles from their case, and, after adjusting them, she began to read.
And if I were in your place, I would obtain the notes from which that newspaper article was written. One never knows the benefit that may be derived, at a certain moment, from a page of writing." As he started off, Madame Ferailleur sprang from her chair. "Pascal," she exclaimed, "that man knows something, and your enemies are his; I read it in his eyes. He, too, distrusts M. de Coralth."
He learned that at nine o'clock on the sixteenth of October Madame Ferailleur, after seeing her trunks securely strapped on to a cab had entered the vehicle, ordering the driver to take her to the Railway Station in the Place du Havre! Chupin wished to ascertain the number of the cab, but the concierge could not give it.
The count's immense fortune may have tempted some miserable scoundrel. Who knows but some one may have been watching Marguerite, and have discovered that I am an obstacle?" "Something told me that my suspicions were correct," said Madame Ferailleur. "I had no proofs, and yet I felt sure of it." Pascal was absorbed in thought. "And what a strange coincidence," he eventually remarked.
M. de Chalusse has not said a word to me on the subject, but he has recently had several long conferences in private with a young man whose father rendered him a great service in former years. And this young man, whenever I meet him, looks at me in such a peculiar manner." "What is his name?" asked Madame Ferailleur.
The count is immensely rich, and he intends to give Marguerite an enormous fortune two millions, I believe " Madame Ferailleur interrupted him with a gesture. "Look no further," she said; "you have found the explanation." Pascal sprang to his feet with crimson cheeks, flaming eyes, and quivering lips. "It may be so," he exclaimed; "it may be so!
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