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"March, away with you," he said, roughly, "and do not attempt to free him; he can ponder over his sins." Rolla hurried to leave the house. If Robeckal died she would be the sole possessor of the twenty thousand francs. Bobichel and Fanfaro left the house likewise, and Robeckal remained crying behind. The Fougereuse mansion was resplendent with light.
"But, Bobichel, why should that be a misfortune? Perhaps he went on a short journey." "No, both Coucou and Madame Caraman maintain that his disappearance is a misfortune." "Tell me all that has happened." "Then listen. On the evening that the vicomte came back from the soiree, he did not go home directly, but first took an opportunity to rescue a wounded girl." "A wounded girl?" repeated Fanfaro.
Caillette, Fanfaro, and Bobichel went away; Girdel turned to his wife and pleasantly said: "Rolla, I will now help you down." Rolla looked at him sharply, and then said in a rough, rasping voice: "Didn't I call you, Robeckal? Come and help me down!" Robeckal, who had been observing the chickens in the courtyard, slowly approached the wagon. "What do you want?" he asked.
Her father had not overpraised his daughter: the tender, rosy face of the young girl had wonderfully refined features; deep blue soulful eyes lay half hidden under long, dark eyelashes, and gold-blond locks fell over her white neck. Caillette appeared to be enjoying herself, for her silvery laugh sounded continually, while she was conversing with Bobichel.
I have something better than that," said Bobichel, and dashing to the inn he returned with a bottle of brandy. "Two drops of this," he said, "will do more than all the salts in the world." Fanfar administered a few drops to Gudel, who presently uttered a long sigh. "Living!" cried Fanfar. "Heaven be praised!" shouted Bobichel. Then, turning swiftly toward La Roulante, he added,
Robeckal and Rolla now left the dining-room, while Fanfaro, Caillette and Bobichel still remained seated; a minute later Robeckal returned, and drawing near to Girdel, softly said to him: "Master." "Well?" "Do you need me?" "What for?" "To erect the booth?" "No, Fanfaro and Bobichel will attend to it." "Then good-by for the present." Robeckal left.
Try to see him, and give him something that Bobichel will hand you. I rely on your doing this." "What am I to say to Iron Jaws?" asked Bobichel. "Tell him that I will do all he asks. But you have another note for me?" "No, not a note."
In fact, a secret mechanism connected the first stair with the iron door. Those who did not know it became prisoners at once, while others simply stepped over this stair, and so left the iron panel open. But neither Coucon nor the others knew this. Down went Coucon's foot in the wrong place, and the panel swung to. At the same moment Fanfar, Goutran and Bobichel appeared.
While the marquis and Simon were starting on their journey, Robeckal and Rolla had met on the country road as appointed, and in a long whispered conversation had made their plans. They both hated Girdel, Caillette, Fanfaro and Bobichel, and their idea was to kill both Girdel and Fanfaro that very evening. Caillette could be attended to afterward, and Bobichel was of no importance.
Let us hope everything will be all right, and then " A loud knock at the door interrupted Girdel's self-conversation, and upon a hasty "Come in," Bobichel entered the room. "Well, Bobi, how goes it?" asked the athlete. "She is downstairs," said the clown, with a significant gesture.
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