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Excuse me one moment, pray. He went out, monsieur, and piff-paff, he was no more to be seen." Why did you not follow him? Why let him out of your sight?" "But, monsieur, I was not to know, was I? I was to accompany him, not to watch him. I have done wrong, I confess. But then, who was to tell he meant to run away?" M. Floçon could not deny the justice of this defence.
M. Floçon raved furiously at his abashed subordinate, blaming him a little too harshly and unfairly, forgetting that until quite recently there had been no strong suspicion against the Italian. We are apt at times to expect others to be intuitively possessed of knowledge that has only come to us at a much later date. "How was it? Explain. Of course you have been drinking.
And yet I am quite satisfied it is not him. For the simple reason that " "Yes, yes, go on." "That Quadling in person is standing out there among the crowd." M. Floçon was the first to realize the full meaning of Colonel Papillon's surprising statement. "Run, run, La Pêche! Have the outer doors closed; let no one leave the place."
If there has been any unpleasantness, it has surely not been of my making, but rather of that little man there." The General pointed to M. Floçon rather contemptuously, and nearly started a fresh disturbance. "Well, well, let us say no more of that, and proceed to business.
Only a few old fruitwomen were crushed beneath the horses' hoofs, and a few of the troops were wounded by pebbles, however." "At the same time," said Flocon, "all the chains in the Champs-Elysées were in requisition for a barricade, as well as all the public carriages, and the people sang the Marseillaise, the Parisienne and the Hymn of the Girondins. A guard-house was also consumed."
Comrades, what says the past, the past ten years, in whose events we have all so intimately mingled? Shall I tell you?" "Aye! 'L'Histoire de Dix Ans," said Flocon. "We are all sure of being immortal there, in that same book of yours! Eh! Louis?" cried Rollin, opening his large blue eyes.
Ledru-Rollin, Louis Blanc, and Flocon tried to lead the way to ill, but Lamartine, whose heroism passes belief and activity passes human power, won the victory over them, found himself on Sunday, and again yesterday, sustained by all Paris, and has not only conquered but CONCILIATED them, and everybody is now firmly of opinion that the Republic will be established quietly." . . . "But while there are no difficulties from the disorderly but what can easily be overcome, the want of republican and political experience, combined with vanity and self-reliance and idealism, may throw impediments in the way of what the wisest wish, VIZ., two elected chambers and a president."
"We have caught the person, the lady you helped to escape," blurted out the detective, unable to resist making the point. "The Countess? Is she here, in custody? Never!" "Undoubtedly she is in custody, and in very close custody too," went on M. Floçon, gleefully. " Au secret, if you know what that means in a cell separate and apart, where no one is permitted to see or speak to her."
"There, the third from the left," whispered M. Floçon. "We hoped you would recognize the corpse at once." "That? Impossible! You do not expect it, surely? Why, the face is too much mangled for any one to say who it is." "Are there no indications, no marks or signs, to say whether it is Quadling or not?" asked the Judge in a greatly disappointed tone. "Absolutely nothing.
He put it to his nostril, and recognized at once by its smell that it had contained tincture of laudanum, or some preparation of that drug. M. Floçon was an experienced detective, and he knew so well that he ought to be on his guard against the most plausible suggestions, that he did not like to make too much of these discoveries.
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