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During the day, I tried by incessant action to fatigue my body, that at night I might find forgetfulness in sleep. Vain hope! since I found these letters, I have not slept an hour." From time to time, old Tabaret slyly consulted his watch. "M. Daburon will be in bed," thought he. "At last one morning," continued Noel, "after a night of rage, I determined to end all uncertainty.
I like him. If he is asleep, I am going to give him an agreeable awaking. Won't he just overpower me with questions! He will want to know everything at once." Old Tabaret, who was now crossing the Pont des Saints-Peres, stopped suddenly. "But the details!" said he. "By Jove! I have none. I only know the bare facts."
Yes, but Madame Gerdy certainly knew that Noel was really her son, for when he was returned to her, she no doubt looked for the mark she had made on him. Then, when Noel discovered the count's letters, she must have hastened to explain to him " Old Tabaret stopped as suddenly as if further progress were obstructed by some dangerous reptile. He was terrified at the conclusion he had reached.
And still, the first man who should come along to-morrow a defaulting banker, a ruined merchant, a notary who has gambled on 'change would feel himself compromised by walking up the boulevard with me! A policeman fie! But old Tabaret used to say to me, that the contempt of such people was only one form of fear." M. Plantat was dismayed.
Now confess your guilt, for it is the only thing left you to do, and I will give you permission to smoke in your dungeon some of those excellent trabucos you are so fond of, and which you always smoke with an amber mouthpiece." During this speech, M. Tabaret had gained at least a couple of inches in height, so great was his enthusiasm.
"I think," he remarked, "that if the Duc de Sairmeuse had disappeared for two months the period of May's imprisonment, all Paris would have known of it and so " "You are dreaming," interrupted Tabaret. "Why with his wife and his valet de chambre for accomplices, the duke could absent himself for a year if he liked, and yet all his servants would believe him to be in the house."
He is a young man, a little above the middle height, elegantly dressed. He wore on that evening a high hat. He carried an umbrella, and smoked a trabucos cigar in a holder." "Ridiculous!" cried Gevrol. "This is too much." "Too much, perhaps," retorted old Tabaret. "At all events, it is the truth. If you are not minute in your investigations, I cannot help it; anyhow, I am, I search, and I find.
"In heaven's name, what has happened to you?" "I suffer," murmured the advocate, "and very cruelly. Not only do I fear that the injustice is irreparable; but here am I totally without defence delivered over to the shafts of calumny. I may be accused of inventing falsehood, of being an ambitious intriguer, having no regard for truth, no scruples of conscience." Old Tabaret was puzzled.
I know the name of the captain, Gervais. The navigation office will tell me something." He was interrupted by Lecoq, who rushed into the house breathless. "Here is old Tabaret," he said. "I met him just as he was going out. What a man! He wouldn't wait for the train, but gave I don't know how much to a cabman; and we drove here in fifty minutes!"
I said twenty francs; I'll make it forty." The driver whipped up his horse most mercilessly, and growled, "It's no use, I must catch her. For twenty francs, I would have let her escape; for I love the girls, and am on their side. But, fancy! Forty francs! I wonder how such an ugly man can be so jealous." Old Tabaret tried in every way to occupy his mind with other matters.
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