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See for yourself: are not these an 'F, an 'A' and a 'U? And observe that the 'F' is a capital, which made me suspect that the letters are the first syllable of a proper name." "Just so, just so," said M. Desmalions. "Well, curiously enough, that syllable happens to be But wait, we'll verify our facts "
I know him well enough to feel assured that he will employ this fortune in a manner which shall accord with the loftiness of his schemes and the greatness of the plans which he described to me so enthusiastically in our tent in Morocco." M. Desmalions stopped once more and raised his eyes to Don Luis, who remained silent and impassive, though a tear glistened on his lashes.
Were Perenna's predictions about to be fulfilled? Was a fifth heir putting in his claim? The moment he had read the first lines, M. Desmalions looked up and, addressing Don Luis, murmured: "You were right, Monsieur. This is a claim." "On whose part, Monsieur le Préfet?" Don Luis could not help asking. M. Desmalions did not reply. He finished reading the letter.
The amount seemed to make an impression on the Prefect's hearers. He saw the major and Don Luis Perenna exchange a glance and asked: "You knew Cosmo Mornington, did you not?" "Yes, Monsieur le Préfet," replied Comte d'Astrignac. "He was in Morocco when Perenna and I were fighting there." "Just so," said M. Desmalions. "Cosmo Mornington had begun to travel about the world.
Those two other sheets had escaped his attention on the day of his interview with Florence in this room. "Here is one of them," said Weber. M. Desmalions took the paper and read: "Bear in mind that the explosion is independent of the letters, and that it will take place at three o'clock in the morning."
They were his usual watchers, those whom he had got rid of on the evening before and who had come to resume their observation. "No others?" he said to himself. "Come, we have nothing to fear, and the Prefect of Police has none but the best intentions toward me. It was what I expected; and I think that I was well advised to save his life." M. Desmalions entered without a word.
"Yes; and more or less done for, I confess." "We'll send and help you out," said M. Desmalions, who was beginning to enjoy himself. "Later on, Monsieur le Préfet. First answer me. Quickly! If not, I don't know that I shall have the strength. What's the time?" "Oh, look here!" "I beg of you " "It's twenty minutes to three." "Twenty minutes to three!"
There's something more urgent first: we must relieve Marie Fauville of her suicidal obsession by letting her know that we have discovered the criminals." "And then?" "Then I want to see the Prefect of Police." "M. Desmalions is away and won't be back till this afternoon." "In that case the examining magistrate." "He doesn't get to the law courts till twelve; and it's only eleven now."
Florence Levasseur is in danger. I alone can rescue her from the monster who is carrying her away. It will take me twenty-four hours. In return for twenty-four hours' liberty I will give you the Mauretanian Empire. Do you accept, Monsieur le Président du Conseil?" "Well, certainly, I accept," said Valenglay, laughing. "What do you say, my dear Desmalions?
M. Desmalions gave a start. His excitement was manifest. If that man was telling the truth, if he was really the son of that Victor whose record the police had not yet been able to trace, then, owing to this very fact, since M. Fauville and his son were dead and Mme. Fauville, so to speak, convicted of murder and forfeiting her rights, they had arrested the final heir to Cosmo Mornington.
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