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Updated: June 18, 2025
I wonder what the Apaches would do to us if they knew how I disposed of their real chief?" His lieutenant laughed heartily. "It would be no laughing matter if they were to find it out," said Duval. "Perhaps not; still it is funny," was the reply. The black cat jumped into Duval's lap, and he stroked it and talked to it. Then the animal began to claw at him.
M. Lebeau mechanically brushed, with a light movement of hand, the shoulder which the Englishman had so pleasantly touched, drew himself and chair some inches back, and said slowly, "Monsieur Lamb, let us talk as gentleman to gentleman. Put aside the question of money altogether; I must first know why your employer wants to hunt out this poor Louise Duval.
He proceeded at once to repeat what the Abbe had communicated to him the night before relative to the illness and the request of the nun. "Louise Duval!" exclaimed the Vicomte, "discovered at last, and a religieuse! Ah! I now understand why she never sought me out when I reappeared at Paris. Tidings of that sort do not penetrate the walls of a convent.
And while thus gloomily meditating, the letter of the poor Louise Duval was forgotten. She whose existence had so troubled, and crossed, and partly marred the lives of others, she, scarcely dead, and already forgotten by her nearest kin. Well had she not forgotten, put wholly out of her mind, all that was due to those much nearer to her than is an uncle to a niece?
In a few hours, Hortense Duval, from the deck of the swift Golden Gate, sees the sunlight fall for the last time, in long years, on San Francisco's sandy hills. With peculiar adroitness, in defence of her past, for the sake of her future position, she keeps her staterooms; only walking the decks with her maid occasionally at night.
"Egad! plain enough, truly. Well, Mr. Duval, you may pass this time; we'll pitch into higher game. What do you say, Dick?" "Say? Why, that this friend of ours will have to git up mighty airly in the mornin', ef he finds us nappin'." "Let me tell you, it is no very pleasant fix, this, that we are in. Duffel fears we will betray him, and is resolved to prevent it by having us killed.
More would Victor de Mauldon have wondered had he known those points of similarity in character, and in the nature of their final bequests, between Louise Duval and the husband she had deserted.
We at once expressed a desire to meet Mr. Duval and hear from his own lips how such results were attained. A meeting was easily arranged and we arrived at the appointed hour, just in time to hear one of the brilliant students of this American-French singing master. Mr. Duval is young, slim and lithe of figure, with sensitive, refined features, which grow very animated as he speaks.
He was too badly frightened to tell a straight story, but we got out of him that there was a fight on here, and came over as fast as our horses would travel." His eyes swept the hall. "Five minutes later would have been too late." The name of Jenks recalled everything to my mind instantly. In spite of Duval I gripped the broken rail and gained my feet, swaying slightly but able to stand.
"Anything you particularly value?" he asked the ladies; but Miss Flossie was in no humour for concessions. "Don't come the Claude Duval over us," said she. "Take the lot or leave the lot. We don't want bits of our own given back to us." "Except just Billy's necklace!" cried Hilda, and snatched at a little rope of pearls. The robber bowed, and released his hold of it. "Anything else?"
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