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"I am astonished," he wrote to the pope, "that these folks should be persecuted when the Jews are spared." The Bishop of Cavaillon testified towards them a favor less unalloyed: "I was quite sure," said he, "that there was not so much mischief amongst you as was supposed; however, to calm men's minds, it is necessary that you should submit to a certain appearance of abjuration."
Cavaillon vaguely foresaw that he was to be questioned about this note, and instantly put himself on his guard. "You are mistaken," he said, blushing to his ears. "Excuse me, monsieur, for presuming to contradict you, but I am quite certain of what I say." "I assure you that Prosper never gave me anything."
"I hope it is, for the sake of M. Bertomy, and on your own account too; for, if he is guilty, you will certainly be very much annoyed, and perhaps suspected of complicity, as you are well known to be intimate with him." Cavaillon was overcome. "Now you had best take my advice, monsieur, and return to your business, and . Good-morning, monsieur." The poor fellow obeyed.
"The cashier has not yet arrived," they repeated, "and we can do nothing for you." "Then conduct me to M. Fauvel." There was a moment's hesitation; then a clerk named Cavaillon, who was writing near a window, said: "The chief is always out at this hour." "Then I will call again," replied M. de Clameran. And he walked out, as he had entered, without saying "Good-morning," or even touching his hat.
It was one of those streets where you could talk at your ease, without having to step from the sidewalk every moment. So Fanferlot and Cavaillon were in no danger of being disturbed by passers-by. "What I wished to say is, my dear monsieur," began the detective, "that M. Prosper Bertomy threw you a note this morning."
He had scarcely taken three steps in the narrow corridor when he felt a touch on his shoulder, and turning abruptly, found himself face to face with Fanferlot. He recognized him at once, and turning very pale he shrank back, and looked around for means of escape. But the detective, anticipating the attempt, barred the passage-way. Cavaillon saw that he was fairly caught.
I have made it because I think, should my reader be a father, this experience of mine may be of profit to him. To return to the monuments of the Elysian Fields. A considerable number have been found here, also at Nimes, S. Gabriel, and Cavaillon, which are the memorials of utriculares. There were guilds of these men.
It was a break in our travels which I enjoyed. The next day, seeing that the flood-water was running even more rapidly than the evening before, our host, who was a devout Republican, and who knew the river well enough to judge that we would not be able to cross for twenty-four hours, hurried off, unknown to us, to the little town of Cavaillon, which is about two leagues from Bompart, on the same bank of the river.
At the other end of the vacant space, he saw Cavaillon, who was bareheaded and running. He was so excited that he did not even stop to shake hands with Prosper, but darted up to M. Verduret, and said: "They have gone, monsieur!" "How long since?" "They went about a quarter of an hour ago." "The deuce they did! Then we have not an instant to lose."
During the five years that I have had charge of the safe, M. Fauvel has never opened it except in my presence. Several times he has needed money, and has either waited until I came, or sent for me, rather than touch it in my absence." "Well," said Cavaillon, "before despairing, let us ascertain." But a messenger had already informed M. Fauvel of the disaster.
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