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He was only absent two minutes, but, inspired by the imminence of the danger, Gypsy darted into the study, and rapidly extracted the balls from the revolver. "Thank Heaven!" she murmured: "this peril is averted, and M. Verduret will now perhaps have time to prevent a murder. I must send Cavaillon to tell him."
"Moreover, he has decided and ordered that the Queen above all, and also the venerable father Don Philip of Cabassole, Bishop of Cavaillon, vice-chancellor of the kingdom of Sicily, and the magnificent lords Philip of Sanguineto, seneschal of Provence, Godfrey of Marsan, Count of Squillace, admiral of the kingdom, and Charles of Artois, Count of Aire, shall be governors, regents, and administrators of the aforesaid lord Andre and the aforesaid ladies Joan and Marie, until such time as the duke, the duchess, and the very illustrious lady Marie shall have attained their twenty-fifth year," etc. etc.
From these meagre remains and from writings of the time, it may be fairly inferred that Saint-Pierre was a Cathedral of the type of Avignon and Cavaillon and the old Marseillaise Church of La Majeure, and that, architecturally considered, it was a far more important structure than Saint-Siffrein.
"That is, he thinks he knows everything; and what he has been led to fear, and thinks he has discovered, is worse than the true state of affairs." "That accounts for the order which M. Cavaillon overheard him give to his servant-man, Evariste." "What order?"
"I will think it over," he finally forced himself to say. "I will see. I would like to know what M. Fauvel says." "My uncle? I suppose you know that I have declined the offer he made me to enter his banking-house, and we have almost quarrelled. I have not set foot in his house for over a month; but I hear of him occasionally." "Through whom?" "Through your friend Cavaillon.
Among the prelates with their pontifical insignia who formed the brilliant following of the envoy, there stood the Archbishops of Pisa, Bari, Capua, and Brindisi, and the reverend fathers Ugolino, Bishop of Castella, and Philip, Bishop of Cavaillon, chancellor to the queen.
Had Cavaillon been less bewildered, he would have seen blank disappointment depicted on the detective's face after the perusal of the note.
Prosper took a seat at the desk of an absent clerk. The others were burning to know the result of the investigation; their eyes shone with curiosity, but they dared not ask a question. Unable to refrain himself any longer, little Cavaillon, Prosper's defender, ventured to say: "Well, who stole the money?" Prosper shrugged his shoulders. "Nobody knows," he replied.
"You will be kind enough, my dear monsieur," he said, "to excuse the great liberty I take; but I really am under the necessity of asking you for a little information." "Information! From me, monsieur?" "From you, my dear monsieur; from M. Eugene Cavaillon." "But I do not know you." "Ah, yes; you remember seeing me this morning.
As Cavaillon was about to go in quest of him, he entered the room. M. Andre Fauvel appeared to be a man of fifty, inclined to corpulency, of medium height, with iron-gray hair; and, like all hard workers, he had a slight stoop. Never did he by a single action belie the kindly expression of his face. He had a frank air, a lively, intelligent eye, and large, red lips.
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