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She looked at Daspry, and I was obliged to introduce him. I asked her to be seated and explain the object of her visit. She raised her veil, and I saw that she was a brunette with regular features and, though not handsome, she was attractive principally, on account of her sad, dark eyes. "I am Madame Andermatt," she said. "Madame Andermatt!" I repeated, with astonishment.
Thus we came to Andermatt, where not the eye of a mouse seemed open to mark our quick and stealthy passage. Thus far, audacity had been laurelled by success. It was near one in the morning, and we were spinning fast up a valley which showed bleakly in the flying lights of our car.
Excuse my insistence, but it is absolutely necessary that I should know the truth. Did you write other letters?" "Yes," she replied, blushing. "And those letters came into the possession of the Varin brothers?" "Yes." "Does Mon. Andermatt know it?"
"Yes." "And you have also the last document that you received from Louis Lacombe the one that completes the plans of the sub-marine?" "Yes." The exchange was made. Daspry pocketed the document and the checks, and offered the packet of letters to Mon. Andermatt. "This is what you wanted, Monsieur."
Andermatt, general of the Helvetian republic, attempted to seize Zurich, which had joined the federalists, but was compelled to withdraw, covered with disgrace. An army of federalists under General Bachmann repulsed the Helvetlers in every direction and drove them, together with the French envoys, across the frontier.
After that, night fell upon a scene whose desolation impressed me more than its grandeur, and so in the end we rattled into Andermatt: here was a huge hotel all but empty, with a perfect tome of a visitors' book, and in it sure enough the fine free autograph which I was beginning to know so well.
I climbed the fence, dropped into a road, left that again to ascend the slope and take shelter among the rocks and trees. The pursuit, if any, was not very keen or long maintained. When all was quiet, an hour later I made for the highroad, the famous old road that leads through the Devil's Pass to Andermatt, three miles above.
"Mon Dieu!" exclaimed Daspry, laughing, "how deeply interested you are!" "The subject fascinates me." "Very well, presently, after I have escorted Madame Andermatt to a carriage, and dispatched a short story to the `Echo de France, I will return and tell you all about it." He sat down and wrote one of those short, clear-cut articles which served to amuse and mystify the public.
He had walked round over the Furka Pass, had been on foot four or five days. He had walked tremendously. Knowing no German, and nothing of the mountains, he had set off alone on this tour: he had a fortnight's holiday. So he had come over the Rhone Glacier across the Furka and down from Andermatt to the Lake. On this last day he had walked about thirty mountain miles.
The threat was plainly expressed. But of what did it consist? What whip was Salvator, the anonymous writer of the article, holding over the head of Mon. Andermatt? An army of reporters attacked the banker, and ten interviewers announced the scornful manner in which they were treated. Thereupon, the `Echo de France' announced its position in these words: "Whether Mon.
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