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Updated: May 23, 2025
The amateur detective exhausted himself in subtle but impracticable combinations, always stopped by that exacting jury, so obnoxious to the agents of the Rue de Jerusalem. He was so deeply absorbed in his thoughts that he did not hear the door open, and was utterly unconscious of the magistrate's presence. M. Daburon's voice aroused him from his reverie.
"You do not mean what you say," said the young girl quickly. "Well, no. I cherish this last illusion, that later on you will remember me with pleasure. Sometimes you will say, 'He loved me, I wish all the same to remain your friend, yes, your most devoted friend." Claire, in her turn, clasped M. Daburon's hands, and said with great emotion: "Yes, you are right, you must remain my friend.
For I am not deceived; I am certain that " He did not finish. The door of M. Daburon's office opened, and the Count de Commarin himself appeared on the threshold, as rigid as one of those old portraits which look as though they were frozen in their gilded frames. The nobleman motioned with his hand, and the two servants who had helped him up as far as the door, retired.
The scene of the previous evening was admirably presented to his memory, even to the most insignificant details. The sound of Albert's voice was still in his ears; he saw again his expressive gestures. As his story advanced, alive with clearness and precision, M. Daburon's conviction became more confirmed.
M. Daburon's spite was so plainly visible in the tone of his words that M. de Commarin could and ought to have seen the semblance of an insult. He started, evidently offended, and rising, said: "I am now no more a witness for, than I was a moment ago a witness against. I desire only to render what assistance I can to justice, in accordance with my duty."
Ten minutes had sufficed him to take an inventory of the contents of M. Daburon's study, which was large, and handsomely furnished in accordance with his position and fortune.
He had appealed to the heart, he now appealed to reason; but, although doubt is essentially contagious, he neither succeeded in convincing the magistrate, nor in shaking his opinion. His strongest arguments were of no more avail against M. Daburon's absolute conviction than bullets made of bread crumbs would be against a breastplate. And there was nothing very surprising in that.
Why is it that women can turn an honest man's conscience about like a weather-cock with their wheedling?" M. Daburon's only reply was a heavy blow of his fist on the table. Lerouge proceeded more quickly. "As for me, I upset that arrangement, pretending to be too jealous to leave my wife a minute. They were obliged to give way to me. The other nurse went up to bed first.
At length, he found, not rest, but that painless benumbing which commonly follows a great catastrophe. The convalescence of oblivion was commencing. These were the events, recalled to M. Daburon's mind when old Tabaret pronounced the name of Commarin.
You see, I am old, and not very brave, if any one heard I had this money " "I fear I cannot " commenced the advocate. "Nonsense!" said the old fellow. "To-morrow I will give them to you to take care of." But remembering he was about to put himself at M. Daburon's disposal, and that perhaps he might not be free on the morrow, he quickly added, "No, not to-morrow; but this very evening.
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