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"Yes, and when the hour comes, Fanfar's condemnation is certain." "But if he escapes us?" "Impossible! We shall have him, even if we are forced to put the entire police on his track!" A lacquey knocked at the door and entered. "The Marquis de Montferrand desires to see you, sir, on a matter of great importance." "Show him up at once!" said his master, who added to Cyprien: "Do not go away.
As he spoke he shook his fist in the direction of the Count, who was sitting at the table with the rest of Fanfar's guests, though his sombre air and clouded brow told that, while preserving his outward calmness, he yet suspected the presence of a deadly foe. Maldar had removed his sandals, and his footsteps were noiseless.
Cyprien did not at first understand. "Stop!" he shouted. "Stop!" To kill Gudel was ruin, for he was the only human being who could prove Fanfar's birth. But he was too late, the zealous Commissioner had cut the rope. "Fool!" shouted Cyprien, and then he listened to hear the dull thud of the body falling on the stones below. But he heard nothing, for Gudel had not fallen.
"Yes, and we must have a little talk, but where I know not." Fanfar's tone struck his friend as being rather depressed. "What is it?" said Gudel. "You have had encounters with the police before, and will have again, I imagine." "It is not that; but first we will walk over these roofs, to the end." "Very good!" They started, Fanfar going a little in front. Suddenly he stopped.
But suddenly a faint sound was heard in the far distance. It came from the direction of Fanfar's farm. Maldar listened attentively; then he said to the Khouans, whose quick ears had also detected the sound: "Ride like the wind, sons of the Prophet! We are pursued! The Count of Monte-Cristo and his unbelieving French hounds are on our track!
The girl was to execute a new step on the tight-rope, and when she appeared, led forward by Fanfar, and made the three deep "reverences," there was a hum of admiration. She was charming her delicacy was fairy-like. She lightly placed her foot on Fanfar's hand and sprang upon the rope. Standing there, she looked at Irène, who was leaning back with an air of indifference.
Perhaps he had not unbounded confidence in the honest people who had employed him. "At last!" cried the Marquis, when the news of Fanfar's death reached him. He sent for Magdalena. "Madame!" he said, "rejoice with me. Let us forget our mutual wrongs, for a new horizon stretches before us. All our anxieties are over. The man who stood between us and the possession of a fortune is dead!"
Robeccal wept and expressed great penitence, said that he loved the king, etc. All this produced an excellent effect on the jury, who considered the fellow a little simple. Then came Fanfar's turn. He stood with arms folded on his breast, and once turned and looked toward the end of the court-room. He probably saw what he wished, for he smiled, and a light came into his eyes.
Fanfar's sudden appearance had carried her memory back to the last interview she had with Simon, when, our readers will remember, he had given his wife the papers that proved his birth and that of Jacques. And now Françoise had but one idea, to return to Leigoutte. In vain did Caillette urge her to return to Paris, and the girl had promised Fanfar not to leave his mother.
Labarre said, in a low voice, "The men will come up with a bier." In a few minutes Fanfar's body was carried to the Hôtel de Fongereues and laid by the side of the Vicomte. Labarre made no attempt to resist this caprice of the Marquis. The old servant, now that De Fongereues showed such humility and grief, had become his devoted servant.
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