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But ... but then ... Come, let us have the rights of the matter. M. Fauville and his wife were the children of two sisters, Elizabeth and Armande Roussel. Those two sisters had been brought up with a first cousin called Victor." "Yes, Victor Sauverand, whose grandfather was a Roussel. Victor Sauverand married abroad and had two sons. One of them died fifteen years ago; the other is myself."
It can't be correct, and we can't believe in Marie Fauville's innocence unless we are prepared to suppose an unheard-of thing, that M. Fauville took part in his own murder. Why, it's laughable!" And he gave a laugh; but it was a forced laugh and did not ring true. "For, after all," he added, "you can't deny that that is where we stand." "I don't deny it." "Well?"
He had found among the papers of Hippolyte Fauville's old friend Langernault particulars relating to the Roussel family and to the discord that reigned in the Fauville household. Five persons, all told, were in his way: first, of course, Cosmo Mornington; next, in the order of their claims, Hippolyte Fauville, his son Edmond, his wife Marie, and his cousin Gaston Sauverand.
"We shall avenge them, eh, Mazeroux?" "Rather, Chief! Twice over!" "Once will do, Mazeroux. But it shall be done with a will." "That I swear it shall!" "You're right; let's swear. Let us swear that this dead pair shall be avenged. Let us swear not to lay down our arms until the murderers of Hippolyte Fauville and his son are punished as they deserve." "I swear it as I hope to be saved, Chief."
The examining magistrate and the public prosecutor had drawn nearer in astonishment. The Prefect exclaimed: "What, Monsieur! You don't mean to pretend that Mme. Fauville is mixed up " "Monsieur le Préfet, Mme. Fauville is the fourth person who may have seen the turquoise drop out of my ring." "And what then?
Fauville to whom no doubt, in the course of the day, imitating Sauverand's handwriting, he had sent a letter one of those letters which are always torn up at once, in which Sauverand entreated the poor woman to grant him an interview at the Ranelagh Mme. Fauville would leave the opera and, before going to Mme. d'Ersinger's party, would spend an hour not far from the house.
"But how did you go from the opera to Mme. d'Ersingen's?" For the first time, Mme. Fauville seemed to understand that she was the victim of a regular cross-examination; and her look and attitude betrayed a certain uneasiness. She replied: "I took a motor cab." "In the street?" "On the Place de l'Opéra." "At twelve o'clock, therefore?" "No, at half-past eleven: I left before the opera was over."
I'm frightened!" he said. "This is madness!" cried Don Luis. "Aren't we here, the two of us? We can easily spend the night with you, if you prefer, by your bedside." Fauville replied by shaking Perenna violently by the shoulder, and, with distorted features, stammering: "If there were ten of you if there were twenty of you with me, you need not think that it would spoil their schemes!
He could not forget the cry of terror that escaped the girl while he was telephoning to Mazeroux, nor the scared expression of her face. Now it was impossible to attribute that cry and that expression to anything other than the words which he had uttered in reply to Mazeroux: "What! Mme. Fauville tried to commit suicide!"
"Why, haven't you heard, Monsieur le Préfet?" stammered the governor. "I telephoned to the office, you know " "Speak! What is it?" "Mme. Fauville died this morning. She managed somehow to take poison." M. Desmalions seized the governor by the arm and ran to the infirmary, followed by Perenna and Mazeroux. He saw Marie Fauville lying on a bed in one of the rooms.
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