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Louise, too, had heard the name, and raising herself with difficulty, she whispered: "Talizac? He must know it! Jacques the box, O God! where is the box?" How did these two women get to Leigoutte? When Fanfaro went to search for Louison, his mother had remained behind under the protection of Caillette. The day passed, night came, but neither Fanfaro, Girdel nor Bobichel returned.
They will remember that just as Fanfar recognized in the poor, sick woman the mother whose loss he had so deeply deplored, and in Francine the worshipped little sister whose agonized cries he had heard in the subterranean passages among the Vosges, all clue was lost, for Bobichel vanished, and with him Caillette.
At this moment Bobichel breathlessly rushed into the room, and Irene uttered a cry of terror when she saw his pale face. "What has happened?" she cried, filled with gloomy forebodings. "O God he is lost!" stammered the clown. "Who is lost?" "Fanfaro." "Speak clearly," cried Girdel, beside himself. "They have brought Fanfaro to the Hotel Dieu," said Bobichel, sobbing.
In one of the silk folds of the hanging on the wall there was a bit of white lace, evidently torn from something. "I recognize that," said Goutran. "I ordered the peignoirs she required, for we did not wish to admit any one into our secrets; and that lace trimmed one of the peignoirs." "And now we have it!" shouted Bobichel, inserting the blade of his knife in one of the plaits of the silk.
As she reached Girdel's door, a dark form, which had been crouching near the threshold, arose. "Who's there?" asked Caillette softly. "I, little Caillette," replied Bobichel's voice. "I am watching, because I do not trust Robeckal." "Oh, Bobichel, there is danger. I must waken father at once." "What is the matter?"
"Do you hear that, Bobichel?" said Fanfar. "You are far from strong, and must rest." "No, no. I have found you, and there is rest in that!" "My dear fellow, you must get yourself into the best possible condition if you join us. You will need your legs, I assure you. Sleep, Bobichel, sleep."
"I saw this man at the door where we stood to-night," said Bobichel. "Yes, I saw him, too," answered Fanfar. "But who can this woman be?" She was an old woman, with white hair. "We must all go to work. Madame Fanfar, we want your help; hot linen and flannels, if you please!" Very stately and magnificent were the offices of the Banque de Credit Imperial. The prospectus made one's mouth water.
"Good, kind souls!" murmured Fanfar, "with the assistance of such people we ought to succeed." He kissed his mother again, then turning to Gudel and Bobichel, he cried: "Come with me! And may Eternal Justice be with us also!"
Before the vision of the older man rose the atrocious scenes at Uargla. He saw Spero, a bold, brave boy, scaling the towers he heard his firm words, "Papa, let us die" and felt the soft, childish arms wind about his neck. This was Fanfaro. The other watcher was Gontram. Coucou, Bobichel and Madame Caraman were paralyzed with grief.
Girdel still remained motionless; the young countess handed Fanfaro an elegantly carved bottle filled with smelling-salts, but even this was of no avail. "Wait, I know what will help him!" exclaimed Bobichel, suddenly, and hurrying out he returned with a bottle of strong brandy.
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