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Updated: June 3, 2025
I knew it well; I had seen it on the breasts of generals, captains, simple poilus, all the picked flower of the French nation. With a thrill I looked down upon it. It was the Cross of War. The great moment had arrived. General Le Cazeau and his staff were on their way back to Paris.
This miracle, of which you are declared to be the worker, though for some inscrutable reason, you persist in denying your own act, is not yet properly authenticated. And, to make the case worse, it seems that the unfortunate man, Claude Cazeau, whom we entrusted with our instructions to the Archbishop of Rouen, has suddenly disappeared, leaving no trace.
"I do not think I have ever seen you in the town, Monsieur Cazeau," he said "Nor at Mass in the Cathedral either?" "No?" responded Cazeau easily, in a half-querying tone "I do not much frequent the streets; and I only attend the first early mass on Sundays. My work for Monseigneur occupies my whole time."
But I am trying my best to keep fast hold of our Lord, whatever the Church may do to me!" "Dear me!" said Cazeau blandly, turning with a smile and propitiatory air to Patoux who sat silently smoking, "Madame Doucet seems a little what shall we say? unduly excited?
"Then confound General Le Cazeau!" was my inhospitably cry. He was, I saw when he drew close, a person of stately dignity, as indeed the hero who had saved Merlancourt and broken that last furious, desperate, senseless onslaught of the Boches ought by rights to be. Perhaps his splendor made me nervous. At any rate, my conscience smote me.
He took the Patoux family by surprise on the evening of his arrival in Rouen, and much to his secret satisfaction found Martine Doucet in their company. The children were gone to bed, and the appearance of Cazeau in Papa Patoux's kitchen was evidently not altogether the most agreeable circumstance that could have happened at the Hotel Poitiers.
His wisdom will be put to the test to-day!" said Moretti coldly, "Do you not think it strange" here he raised his eyes from his papers, "and somewhat incriminating too always supposing the miracle is a case of conspiracy that no trace has been discovered of the man Claude Cazeau?" Gherardi had moved to a book-case, and was standing close to it, turning over a vellum-bound manuscript.
"Testify personally to the truth of the Cardinal's miracle," answered Cazeau, gazing coldly at her excited face as though he saw something altogether strange and removed from human semblance. "And bring your child into the Holy Presence and relate his history. It will be nothing but an advantage to you, for you will obtain a patient hearing, and the priceless boon of the Papal benediction!"
That he is well and strong that he has the look and the soul of an angel, is enough for me to praise God all my life. But I shall never say the Laus Deo at the Vatican, you will have no chance to trap me in that way!" Cazeau stared at her haughtily. "You must be mad!" he said, "No one wishes to 'trap' you, as you express it!
"I rather doubt that!" interposed Patoux slowly, "For I gather from our Archbishop that the Holy Father was suspicious of some trick rather than an excess of sanctity!" Cazeau reddened through his pallid skin. "I know nothing of that!" he said curtly, "But my orders are imperative, and I shall seek the assistance of the Archbishop to enforce and carry them out!
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