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Updated: June 20, 2025
Enough has been said to show what were the means of living of the man who at the Cafe David was known as good old Canquoelle, and by what threads he was tied to the terrible and mysterious powers of the police. Between 1817 and 1822, Corentin, Contenson, Peyrade, and their myrmidons, were often required to keep watch over the Minister of Police himself.
Sometimes this old fellow, whose guilelessness was the subject of much laughter to the customers, would disappear for a month or two; but his absence never surprised anybody, and was always attributed to his infirmities or his great age, for he looked more than sixty in 1811. "What has become of old Canquoelle?" one or another would ask of the manageress at the desk.
There was no one to be seen in the cafe but Pere Canquoelle, who seemed to be asleep, two waiters who were dozing, and the accountant at the desk. Within four-and-twenty hours Gaudissart was arrested, the plot was discovered. Two men perished on the scaffold. Neither Gaudissart nor any one else ever suspected that worthy old Canquoelle of having peached.
The waiters were dismissed; for a year they were all on their guard and afraid of the police as Pere Canquoelle was too; indeed, he talked of retiring from the Cafe David, such horror had he of the police.
If you make any fuss, if you take any steps, your daughter will begin where I tell you she will end she is promised to de Marsay. "With old Canquoelle I need not mince matters, I should think, or wear gloves, heh? Go on downstairs, and take care not to meddle in our concerns any more." Asie left Peyrade in a pitiable state; every word had been a blow with a club.
After midnight, Pere Canquoelle could hatch plots, receive spies or ministers, wives or hussies, without any one on earth knowing anything about it. Peyrade, of whom the Flemish woman would say to the grocer's cook, "He would not hurt a fly!" was regarded as the best of men. He grudged his daughter nothing.
"The medical officer insists on it that death was natural," said this functionary, "and I can hardly report the case, especially as the dead man was old Canquoelle; he had his finger in too many pies, and we should not be sure whom we might run foul of. Men like that die to order very often " "And my name is Corentin," said Corentin in the man's ear. The Commissioner started with surprise.
Nothing, in fact, is more heart-stirring than the spectacle of passion in a cold, self-contained, and methodical man, in whom, for twenty years, no one has ever detected the smallest impulse of sentiment. It is like a molten bar of iron which melts everything it touches. And Contenson was moved to his depths. "Poor old Canquoelle!" said he, looking at Corentin. "He has treated me many a time.
"Yes; the girl I wish you to marry is the daughter of your uncle Peyrade, for he democratized his name, or, if you like it better, she was the daughter of Pere Canquoelle, a name he took from the little estate on which your father lived and starved with eleven children. You see, in spite of the secrecy your uncle always kept about his family, that I know all about it.
The dining-room, the little drawing-room, and her bedroom every window-balcony a hanging garden were luxurious in their Dutch cleanliness. The Flemish nurse had never left Lydie, whom she called her daughter. The two went to church with a regularity that gave the royalist grocer, who lived below, in the corner shop, an excellent opinion of the worthy Canquoelle.
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