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"Ask his name and his business, then. Go on, aunt," she added; "we have been interrupted in the most interesting portion." But Aunt Medea had not time to finish the page when the servant reappeared. "The man says Madame will understand his business when she hears his name." "And his name?" "Chupin." It was as if a bomb-shell had exploded in the room.
So it must have been, for Goguet, the clerk, nodded approvingly. "Capital!" he murmured. "I should never have thought of that." While he was talking, M. Segmuller had carefully placed all the so-called "articles of conviction" in a large drawer, from which they would not emerge until the trial. "Now," said he, "I understand the case well enough to examine the Widow Chupin.
Once an investigation is made let us speak plainly into Andre's death, there will be some inquiry made as to a certain window frame that has been sawed through, and suspicion will fall upon Toto Chupin, who will have been seen lurking about the spot.
He stepped forward with his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, and in a feeling voice he exclaimed: "I understand your idea! Yes, M. Ferailleur is in Paris. And I shall be unworthy of the name of Chupin, if I don't find him for you in less than a fortnight!" Mademoiselle Marguerite knew Pascal Ferailleur.
After ten years' privation and constant toil, she had managed to amass, sou by sou, the sum of three thousand francs. Then her evil genius threw Polyte Chupin across her path. She fell in love with this dissipated, selfish rascal; and he married her for the sake of her little hoard. As long as the money lasted, that is, for some three or four months, matters went on pleasantly enough.
We'll see if Silly imitates Theresa as perfectly as they say." "But I have an appointment." "Oh, well, let it wait. Come, viscount, is it agreed?" "Ah, you do with me just as you like." "Good! But, first of all let us take a glass of beer to finish our cigars. And do you know whom you will find in my box?" At this moment they passed, and Chupin rose to his feet.
"He ought to be shot for this, if for nothing else," he muttered through his set teeth. "To let his wife die of starvation here!" For it was M. de Coralth's wife who kept this shop. Chupin, who had seen her years before, recognized her now as she sat behind her counter, although she was cruelly changed. "That's her," he murmured. "That's certainly Mademoiselle Flavie."
"Almost there, m'sieur." Chupin said this; but to tell the truth, he knew nothing about it. He tried to discover where he was, but did not succeed. Houses were becoming scanty, and vacant plots of building ground more numerous; it was only with the greatest difficulty that one could occasionally discern a light.
Have you not already been found guilty of several offenses?" The Widow Chupin was too well versed in criminal procedure to be ignorant of those famous records which render the denial of identity such a difficult matter in France. "I have been unfortunate, my good judge," she whined. "Yes, several times. First of all, you were arrested on a charge of receiving stolen goods."
"She had better look out, if I ever get hold of her again!" But Chupin had already gone off, unmoved by his informant's grievances. Now that he had discovered the stratagem which Madame Ferailleur had employed to elude her pursuers, his conjectures were changed into certainties. This information proved that Pascal WAS concealed somewhere in Paris; but where?
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