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Mascarin was about to disappear, and he contemplated retaining his third personality, and in it to pass away the remainder of his life honored and respected; but he must first induct his successor into his business; and he went through the books with him, and explained all the practical working of the machinery.
"And where," asked Mascarin quickly, "is this same young man? What is his name, and what does he do for a living?" "He is a painter; his name is Andre, and he lives " A blasphemous oath from Mascarin interrupted him. "This is the third time," said he fiercely, "that this cursed fellow has crossed our path; but I swear that it shall be the last." Hortebise and Catenac were livid with alarm.
Mascarin and his confederate descended from their cab a little distance at the corner of the Avenue Matignon. Mascarin, in his dark suit, with his spotless white cravat and glittering spectacles, looked like some highly respectable functionary of State. Hortebise wore his usual smile, though his cheek was pale.
This valet Mascarin had seen once, and the man had then produced so unpleasant an impression on the astute proprietor of the Servants' Registry Office that he had set every means at work to discover who he was and from whence he came. Croisenois said that he had taken him into his service on the recommendation of an English baronet of his acquaintance, a certain Sir Richard Wakefield.
He had received a note asking him to call on Mascarin at eleven o'clock, and twelve had struck some time before he made his appearance.
According to the promise to her father, Flavia had acted her part so well, that Paul did not know whether he had made an impression or not. Beaumarchef, when Mascarin called a general meeting of his associates, was in the habit of assuming his very best attire; for as he was often called into the inner office to answer questions, he was much impressed with the importance of the occasion.
"The Duke de Champdoce will then drag you off to our mutual friend Martin Rigal, and there you will find our young protégé, the happy husband of the beautiful Flavia." Mascarin drew himself up, and adjusted his glasses firmly on his nose. "Now, my dear Catenac, show the liberality and amiability of your disposition by congratulating our friend Paul as Gontran, Marquis de Champdoce."
The whole house was shaken by the violence of the attack, and a screen, which stood near the spot, was thrown down. The plotters gazed upon each other with pale and terror-stricken faces, for it was evident that the fresh brick wall, the work of Mascarin and Beaumarchef, was being destroyed. The Duke sat in perfect amazement, for the alarm of his host and his friends was plainly evident.
You may look for that shawl, Catenac, but you will not find it." "Have you got that shawl?" asked Catenac hoarsely. "Am I a fool?" asked Mascarin contemptuously. "Tantaine has it; but I know where the body is, and will keep the information to myself.
As he said this, he rose to his feet, and extending his hand toward his friend, exclaimed, "I am entirely at your disposal." Mascarin seemed relieved by the doctor's decision, for he was in that frame of mind when, however self-reliant a man may be, he has a disinclination to be left alone, and the aid of a stout ally is of the utmost service.
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