Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 1, 2025
"You say the man was not de Courtois?" queried the Earl impatiently. "I'm sure he wasn't the man who has passed under that name hereabouts nearly every day for a month, my lord," said Rafferty. "Oh, some fellow of his own kidney he has hired to assist him," put in Vassilan, who held fast to that theory, in part, even after he had been painfully disillusioned as to other parts of it.
I am a fugitive from Paris, where my father was endeavoring to force me into a detestable union: I am practically a complete stranger in New York: I had arranged with Monsieur de Courtois to become my husband, under a clear agreement for money paid that the marriage should serve only as a shield against my pursuers; he was prevented by some dreadful men from keeping to-night's appointment, and Mr.
"It seems to me," said M. Courtois, "that nobody should be better acquainted with people who were my friends than I myself." "Then, you are telling the story clumsily," said M. Plantat, dryly. The judge of instruction pressed him to explain himself.
The license was in Hunter's possession was he bringing it to someone named de Courtois? Or was he masquerading under an alias?" "Answering your second question, I imagine not. I have the best of reasons for believing that Jean de Courtois exists. I wish now I hadn't. Don't you see, Steingall, I am in a deuce of a fix? I married the lady under a misapprehension.
He imparted his project to Courtois, who highly approved of it, and added, "Sir, when you return to France, I will go with you. I am a bad husband. It is five years since I saw my wife, and, by my troth, she did not much care about it."
M. Courtois was a friend of the count's; he became whiter than his shirt at this sudden news. "My God!" stammered he, unable to control his emotion, "what do you say a crime!" "Yes; we have just discovered a body; and as sure as you are here, I believe it to be that of the countess." The worthy man raised his arms heavenward, with a wandering air. "But where, when?"
They only had the light of the stars to guide them; but the cold was less extreme, and even some snow fell. Before quitting this place a grave was dug for poor Courtois. It was a sad ceremony, which deeply affected his comrades. He was the first of them who would not again see his native land.
"This letter," cried he, "which has plunged her family into the deepest grief, and which will perhaps kill poor Courtois, is only one more scene of the infamous drama which the count has planned." "Oh," said the doctor, "is it possible?" "I am firmly of Monsieur Plantat's opinion," said the detective. "Last evening we had the same suspicion at the same moment at the mayor's.
He knocked at Hermione's door, and her "Yes, who is there?" came with disconcerting speed. Evidently, she was far from being asleep yet. "It is I dear," said Curtis, in whom the mere sense of being near his "wife" induced a species of vertigo. Indeed, he was horribly nervous, since he could not form the slightest notion as to the manner in which she would receive the latest news of de Courtois.
"You know that I am your friend your best friend," said M. Plantat, softly; "confide in me tell me all." "Well," commenced M. Courtois, "know" but his tears choked his utterance, and he could not go on. Holding out a crumpled letter, wet with tears, he stammered: "Here, read it is her last letter." M. Plantat approached the table, and, not without difficulty, read: "DEARLY BELOVED PARENTS
Word Of The Day
Others Looking