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He remembered that the most palpable tricks often succeed the best, and trusting to his star, he said at hazard: "Permit me to observe that this statement is not correct; the note was intrusted to you to give to Gypsy." A despairing gesture from Cavaillon apprised the detective that he was not mistaken; he breathed again. "I swear to you, monsieur," began the young man.
Cavaillon was devoted to Prosper, and willing to make any sacrifice in his behalf; but he clearly saw that it was worse than useless to struggle any longer, as he would have no time to destroy the note. To deliver it under force was no betrayal; but he cursed his powerlessness, and almost wept with rage.
After a mature reflection, Fanferlot decided that it would be superfluous to ask for a secret when it could be surprised. To quietly follow Cavaillon, and keep close watch on him until he caught him in the very act of handing over the letter, was but play for the detective.
"Tell us, Prosper," said young Cavaillon, "did you find the safe broken open?" "No; it is just as I left it." "Well then, how, why " "Yesterday I put three hundred and fifty thousand francs in the safe; and this morning they are gone." All were silent except one old clerk, who did not seem to share the general consternation.
"At any rate, I was told you were out; that gentleman over there assured me of the fact." And the iron-founder pointed out Cavaillon. "However, that is of little importance," he went on to say. "I return, and this time not only the cash-room is closed, but I am refused admittance to the banking-house, and find myself compelled to force my way in.
Throwing a five-franc piece on the table, and without saying a word to Cavaillon, he seized Prosper's arm, and hurried from the room. "What a fatality!" he said, as he hastened along the street: "we may miss them. We shall certainly reach the St. Lazare station too late for the St. Germain train." "For Heaven's sake, where are you going?" asked Prosper. "Never mind, we can talk after we start.
He soon decided, entered the Faubourg Montmartre, and walked up the Rue Notre Dame de Lorette so rapidly, utterly regardless of the grumbling passers-by whom he elbowed out of his way, that Fanferlot found it difficult to keep him in sight. Reaching the Rue Chaptal, Cavaillon suddenly stopped, and entered the house numbered 39.
Cavaillon began to remonstrate; but Fanferlot cut him short by saying: "I will also venture to give you a piece of advice. Return quietly to your business, and have nothing more to do with this affair." "But Prosper is a good friend of mine, and has saved me from ruin more than once." "Only the more reason for your keeping quiet.
"Not very polite, that customer," said little Cavaillon, "but he will soon be settled, for here comes Prosper." Prosper Bertomy, head cashier of Fauvel's banking-house, was a tall, handsome man, of about thirty, with fair hair and large dark-blue eyes, fastidiously neat, and dressed in the height of fashion.
Not only did the Rhone bring down these boulders, but also the Durance, which enters the Rhone above Arles, and formed between the chain of Les Alpines and the Luberon another triangular plain of rolled stones, with the apex at Cavaillon and the base between Tarascon and Avignon. But the Durance did more.
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