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You will ask to go to Oloron Sainte Marie, where you can paint! Oloron Sainte Marie, Basse Pyrenees! N'oubliez pas, M'sieu' Jean! Et depechez-vous!" "Merci bien, mon ami!" I remember now. The little Machine-Fixer and I had talked. It seemed that la commission had decided that I was not a criminal, but only a suspect.
He will make it easy for you, M'sieu' Jean, and will help you out in every way, when you tell him you are a friend of the little Belgian with the broken arm. Tell him I sent you. You will have a very fine time, and you can paint: such scenery to paint! My God not like what you see from these windows. I advise you by all means to ask to go to Oloron."
Thank you very much," I replied with a bow, and exited. On the way to The Enormous Room the Black Holster said to me sharply: "Vous allez partir?" "Oui." He gave me such a look as would have turned a mahogany piano leg into a mound of smoking ashes, and slammed the key into the lock. Everyone gathered about me. "What news?" "I have asked to go to Oloron as a suspect," I answered.
People don't inherit fortunes from perfect strangers; so you had better trump up some relationship." "You are an innocent youth, nephew; your ingenuousness is amusing." "Explain yourself." "Certainly. The banker, his wife, and Madeleine must be informed that the Clameran of Oloron was a natural son of my father, consequently my brother, born at Hamburg, and recognized during the emigration.
And it's not cold. And what mountains! You can live there very cheaply. As a suspect you will merely have to report once a month to the chief of police of Oloron Sainte Marie; he's an old friend of mine! He's a fine, fat, red-cheeked man, very kindly.
In the summer of 1287 he met Alfonso at Oloron in Béarn, where a treaty was drawn up by which the Aragonese king agreed to release Charles of Salerno on condition that he would either, within three years, procure from the pope the recognition of James in Sicily, or return to captivity and forfeit Provence.
My next halting-place was a remote Pyrenean village admirably adapted for the study of rural life. Within a few hours' journey of the Spanish frontier, Osse lies in the beautiful valley of Aspe, and is reached by way of Pau and Oloron. At the latter town the railway ends, and we have to drive sixteen miles across country, a delightful expedition in favourable weather.
He saw M. Fauvel's memorandum-book lying on the table. "Watch!" he said to Raoul. Seizing the note-book, he hurriedly turned over the leaves, and, in an undertone, read: "Gaston, Marquis of Clameran, Oloron, Lower Pyrenees." "Well, does finding out his address assist us?" inquired Raoul, eagerly. "It may save us: that is all. Let us return to the drawing-room; our absence might be observed.
After long thought, he decided that an accusation of poisoning must come from Oloron. He would go there and work upon "public opinion," so that, to satisfy the townspeople, the authorities would order a post-mortem examination of Gaston. But this mode of proceeding required time; and Clameran would certainly escape before another day passed over his head.
He seemed to listen, he did listen; but the words fell upon his ear unmeaningly; he could not understand what Gaston was saying, and mechanically answered "yes" or "no," like one in a dream. Whilst necessity, absolute necessity, kept him here at Gaston's side, his thoughts were all with the young man who had just passed by. What had brought Raoul to Oloron? What plot was he hatching?
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