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Updated: May 31, 2025
Hence this nocturnal visit to Notre Dame it was of the utmost importance that Coquenil have an immediate talk with Papa Bonneton.
"Say François was sick, and you got your old friend Matthieu to replace him for a few days. I'm Matthieu!" Papa Bonneton touched the five crisp bank notes caressingly; their clean blue and white attracted him irresistibly. "You wouldn't get me into trouble, M. Paul?" he appealed weakly. "Papa Bonneton," answered Coquenil earnestly, "have I ever shown you anything but friendship?
I overheard him just now telling Mother Bonneton to pack my trunk. He says he will spend three or four days in Paris, but that may not be true, he may go at once to-night. You can't believe him or trust him, and, if he takes me away, I I may never come back." "He won't take you away," said M. Paul reassuring, "that is, he won't if See here, you trust me?" "Oh, yes."
A strange and pathetic figure she was, sitting there alone in the somber church. Quite alone now, for it was closing time, Mother Bonneton had shuffled off rheumatically after a cutting word she knew better than to ask what had happened and the old sacristan, lantern in hand and Caesar before him, was making his round of the galleries, securing doors and windows.
At half past twelve a carriage sounded in the quiet street, then a quick step on the stairs. Kittredge had kept his word. The door was opened by Mother Bonneton, very sleepy and arrayed in a wrapper of purple and gold pieced together from discarded altar coverings.
"Phee-et, phee-et!" he whistled softly, and with a start and a glad rush, the dog came bounding to his master, while the sacristan stared in alarm. "Good old Caesar! There, there!" murmured Coquenil, fondling the eager head. "It's all right, Bonneton," and coming forward, he held out his hand as the guardian lifted his lantern in suspicious scrutiny.
It's very important." With this she delivered a note to Kittredge and added in an exultant whisper to the sacristan's wife that the lady had given her a franc for her trouble. "A lady waiting in a carriage!" chuckled Mother Bonneton. "What kind of a lady?" "Oh, very swell," replied the doorkeeper mysteriously "Grande toilette, bare shoulders, and no hat. I should think she'd take cold."
"It's an order to let you have a dog named Caesar my dog he's guarding the church with Bonneton. Pat Caesar and tell him he's going to see M. Paul, that's me. Tell him to jump in the cab and keep still. He'll understand he knows more than most men. Then drive back here as quick as you can." The doorkeeper touched his cap and departed. Coquenil turned to Tignol. "Watch the pistol.
"She will never know anything about this," smiled the other, "and, if she should, give her one or two of these bank notes. It's wonderful how they change a woman's point of view. Besides, you can prepare her by talking about François's bad health." "A good idea!" brightened Bonneton. "Then it's understood. Tuesday, at six, your friend Matthieu will be here to replace François. Remember Matthieu!"
Anyhow, find him and tell him to come to me at once. Hurry on; I'll pay for this." "Shall I take an auto?" "Take anything, only hurry." "And you want me at nine o'clock?" Coquenil shook his head. "Not until to-morrow." "But the news you were going to tell me?" "There'll be bigger news soon. Oh, run across to the church and tell Bonneton that he needn't come either."
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