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"I am but a poor fellow, dear lady, only a strolling player, but I swear to you that Fanfar shall be saved!" Irène was comforted. The situation was indeed a terrible one. Bobichel's words were true. When Fanfar fell as if dead, it was supposed that it was an attack of apoplexy, and some good people ventured to call it a judgment from heaven for his crimes.
The truth was that, in spite of his good intentions, Bobichel was dead with sleep, and presently he tumbled upon his mattress, and loud snores informed the two friends that he had succumbed to their entreaties. Then, and not until then, Fanfar leaned toward Gudel.
"No!" he said, "you must hear me. We have not done with each other." He extended his hand toward the dead body. "You may well weep for your son, Marquis, but you may also weep for Fanfar." "Yes, because this fellow, for whom you would have stolen my father's fortune, is dead. This Fanfar was my brother's son I know it, and you know it, too, but you do not know that I killed him!"
The governess uttered a small gasp, and the young girl shrugged her shoulders impatiently. She drew out a handful of gold pieces from her bag. "Take these," she said, "and do the best you can for me." Gudel was puzzled and troubled. "Fanfar!" he called, "have you time to construct a sort of private box for these ladies?"
The party all went to Algeria, intending thence to start for America, but finally decided to remain where French activity finds such a wide field. They lived contented and happy, forgotten and forgetting. "And I am truly thankful," said Fanfar, in conclusion, extending his hand to Monte-Cristo, "that I have been permitted to utilize my former talents for your benefit."
"Oh! such a dreadful thing has happened to Monte-Cristo's son!" "To the Vicomte!" cried Fanfar, leaping from his chair. He seized Bobichel's arm rather roughly, and shaking it, cried, "Will you speak?" "Yes, master, but I don't know how to tell you that the Vicomte has gone away." "Gone away, and what of that?" "But he has disappeared!" "Who says so?" "Old Madame Caraman and Coucon."
In Jane's room they held a consultation. Carmen communicated what she had heard, and showed the note she had taken from Laisangy. "But where is the place he speaks of?" asked Fanfar. "I can show you," she said, quietly. Coucon ran to the stables, and in ten minutes the carriage stood at the door. "Heaven grant that we arrive in time!" said Fanfar. Alas! it was a vain hope.
After the first blush, the first reconnaissance of the two Bigwigs between whom she sat, her eyes WOULD stray and her ears would only half listen to them. Indeed, half her ears, she soon found out, were quite enough to deal with Colonel Martlett and Sir John Fanfar.
It was possible that she had escaped from some hospital, and Fanfar went to the Prefecture to make inquiries, but no such disappearance was registered there. Fanfar naturally felt that there must be some connection between these two persons. Some frightful tragedy had been enacted.
"Who the devil could have supposed," the one said to the other, "that Fanfar would have been able to save Gudel. Such a tremendous weight!" While they were talking, Robeccal and La Roulante heard heavy steps on the stairs, and then a knock at Gudel's door. Robeccal started. He suddenly remembered the brief colloquy which he had had with the unknown who was in fact, Cyprien.
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