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"Are you not coming with me?" Fanferlot was perplexed. Happily he always had several strings to his bow. Personal considerations having no hold upon this impulsive nature, he resolved to appeal to her interest in Prosper.
Whilst others were informing against the cashier, you undertook to inform against the banker. You watched his movements: you became intimate with his valet." Was M. Lecoq really angry, or pretending to be? Fanferlot, who knew him well, was puzzled to know whether all this indignation was real.
Never had Fanferlot seen his patron so talkative and good-natured. Finding his deceit discovered, he had expected to be overwhelmed with a storm of anger; whereas he had escaped with a little shower that had cooled his brain. Lecoq's anger disappeared like one of those heavy clouds which threaten in the horizon for a moment, and then are suddenly swept away by a gust of wind.
Master Fanferlot, we are ambitious, and we try to make the police force serve our own views! We let Justice stray her way, and we go ours. One must be a more cunning bloodhound than you are, my friend, to be able to hunt without a huntsman. You are too self-reliant by half." "But, patron, I swear " "Silence! Do you pretend to say that you did your duty, and told all to the judge of instruction?
Unfortunately, the driver was in a very surly mood, and not only refused to answer, but shook his whip in so threatening a manner that Fanferlot deemed it prudent to beat a retreat. "Oh, Lord," he muttered, "perhaps he and the driver are one and the same!" But what could he do now, at this time of night? He could not imagine.
M. Fauvel and Prosper bowed assentingly. "And what do you think, M. Fanferlot?" continued the commissary. Fanferlot did not answer. Occupied in studying the safe-lock, he manifested signs of a lively surprise. Evidently he had just made an important discovery. M. Fauvel, Prosper, and the commissary rose, and surrounded him. "Have you discovered any trace?" said the banker, eagerly.
"Aha," said he, gayly, "I told her, at any rate." At the same hour that Mme. Nina Gypsy was seeking refuge at the Archangel, so highly recommended by Fanferlot the Squirrel, Prosper Bertomy was being entered on the jailer's book at the police office. Since the moment when he had resumed his habitual composure, he had not faltered.
He said he knew that Prosper had speculated on the Bourse through the medium of M. Raoul de Lagors, and had gained immense sums. Five o'clock struck before the list of witnesses summoned for the day was exhausted. But the task of M. Patrigent was not yet finished. He rang for his bailiff, who instantly appeared, and said to him: "Go at once, and bring Fanferlot here."
I did hope to have a good night's rest, but I must keep on moving. This is no time to be asleep." He went into the passage, and, leaning over the balusters, called, "Mme. Alexandre! I say, Mme. Alexandre!" The hostess of the Archangel, the portly wife of Fanferlot the Squirrel, evidently had not been to bed. This fact struck Prosper. She appeared, obsequious, smiling, and eager to please.
Fanferlot was of the same opinion, but he had no idea of betraying his private thoughts; and yet for the success of his investigations it was necessary to impress the importance of prudence and discretion upon the young man. He would have told him to keep silent concerning what had passed between them, but he dared not. "What you say may be true," he said.
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