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"At the time of Caffie's death; and before, when you told me that you could kill him without any remorse." "Do you know who killed Caffie?" "No." His relief was so great that for several moments he forgot to continue his interrogations. Then he went on: "And after?"
At last he heard a slow step within. "Who is there?" Caffie asked. As soon as Saniel answered, the door was opened. "As I do not like to be disturbed in the evening by troublesome people, I do not always open the door," Caffie said. "But I have a signal for my clients so that I may know them. After ringing, knock three times on the door." During this explanation they entered Caffie's office.
Saniel had not left her ignorant of the difficulties of his position, but he had not entered into details, preferring to speak of his hopes rather than of his present misery. The story that he had already told to Glady and Caffie he now told to Phillis, adding what had passed with the concierge, the wine-seller, the coal man, and Joseph. She listened, stupefied. "He took your coat?" she murmured.
He owed three thousand francs to the upholsterer who had furnished his apartment, and as he could not pay immediately he was in danger of being prosecuted. "Who is the upholsterer?" Caffie asked, while holding his left jaw with his right hand. "Jardine, Boulevard Haussmann." "I know him.
"I reached his house about a quarter to three, and I left about half-past three." "Did he give you the certificate for which you asked?" "Yes; here it is." And, taking it from his pocket, he presented it to the judge. It was a paper saying that, during the time that M. Florentin Cormier was his clerk, Caffie was entirely satisfied with him; with his work, as with his accuracy and probity.
And there was the production of money that he should use to pay his debts, which might become an accusation against which it would be difficult to defend himself. In any case, he must be ready to explain his position. And what might complicate the matter was, that Caffie, a careful man, had probably taken care to write the numbers of his bank-notes in a book, which would be found.
I thought more of myself than of you, of our love and our marriage. It was an egotistic thought, a bad thought. A way must be found, no matter what it costs, to enable you to continue your work." "But how to find it? Do you think I have not tried everything?" He related his visits to Jardine, his solicitations, prayers, and also his request of a loan from Glady, and his visit to Caffie.
Without doubt he should have told himself that this incident of the curtains might prove a trap; but all passed so rapidly that he never imagined that, exactly at the moment when Caffie raised the lamp to give him light, there was a woman opposite looking at him, and who saw him so plainly that she had not forgotten him.
"Do you think that hastened its execution?" "I am not so foolish as that, but I should be better pleased if I had not condemned him." "Do you regret it?" "I regret that he is dead." "Decidedly, the enigma continues; but you know I do not understand it, and, if you wish, we will stop there. We have something better to do than to talk of Caffie."
If one must walk in the mud, what matters it, when one knows that one will not get muddy? If Caffie had had heirs, poor people who expected to be saved from misery by inheriting his fortune, he would have been touched by this consideration, undoubtedly. Robber! The word was yet more vile than that of assassin. But who would miss the few banknotes that he would take from the safe?
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