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Prosper entered with Fanferlot, whom they had much trouble to awaken, and with the most stolid indifference listened to the announcement of his arrest. In response, he calmly said: "I swear that I am innocent." M. Fauvel, much more disturbed and excited than his cashier, made a last attempt. "It is not too late yet, poor boy," he said: "for Heaven's sake reflect "
He did not run, he flew, toward the Palais de Justice. At last he was now able to convince someone that he, Fanferlot, was a man of wonderful perspicacity. As to acknowledging that he was about to obtain a triumph with the ideas of another man, he never thought of it. It is generally in perfect good faith that the jackdaw struts in the peacock's feathers. His hopes were not deceived.
Every minute a man would shriek out the destination of an omnibus which had just arrived, and the bewildered passengers would rush in to get tickets, and inquire when the omnibus would leave. As each new-comer entered, Gypsy would tremble, and Fanferlot would say, "This is he!"
The door was opened by Janouille, M. Lecoq's old servant, who had very much the manner and appearance of a grenadier. She was as faithful to her master as a watch-dog, and always stood ready to attack anyone who did not treat him with the august respect which she considered his due. "Well, M. Fanferlot," she said, "you come in time for once in your life. Your patron wants to see you."
The groom hesitated; seeing this, Fanferlot showed his note, and said: "M. Prosper told me to hand this note to madame, and wait for an answer." "Walk in, and I will let madame know you are here." The name of Prosper produced its effect. Fanferlot was ushered into a little room furnished in blue and gold silk damask. Heavy curtains darkened the windows, and hung in front of the doors.
"Above all," he said, as Fanferlot left the room, "do not lose sight of the girl Gypsy; she must know where the money is, and can put us on the track." Fanferlot smiled cunningly. "You may rest easy about that, monsieur; the lady is in good hands."
He was so puzzled, that in spite of his pre-occupation he could not help betraying his surprise. "Patron," he ventured to say, "you seem to take a great interest in this affair, you have so deeply studied it." M. Lecoq started nervously, and replied, frowning: "You are too curious, Master Squirrel; be careful that you do not go too far. Do you understand?" Fanferlot began to apologize.
"Well," said the detective in a vexed tone, "now she is going to disguise herself. Upon my word, I am getting puzzled! What can she be up to?" When Fanferlot was sulkily walking down the Faubourg St. Martin, he had fully made up his mind that he would not tell his wife of his discomfiture.
Fanferlot was transported with delight at this compliment. "What must I do now, patron?" he inquired. "Nothing difficult for an adroit man: but remember, upon the precision of our movements depends the success of my plan. Before arresting Lagors, I wish to dispose of Clameran. Now that the rascals are separated, the first thing to do is to prevent their coming together."
Fanferlot paid no attention to this denial, but continued in his gentlest tone: "And I am sure you will be kind enough to give it to me; believe me, nothing but the most absolute necessity " "Never!" exclaimed Cavaillon; and, believing the moment favorable, he suddenly attempted to jerk his arm from under Fanferlot's, and escape.
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