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And, without giving any more explanations, he started again. He had no doubt that Maxence, after leaving him, had run to the Hotel des Folies to give to Mlle. Lucienne an account of the day's work. And, though somewhat annoyed that he had tarried so long, on second thought, he was not surprised. It was, therefore, to the Hotel des Folies that he was going.
If she wishes to go out, you must prevent her." The commissary had understood the importance of the precaution. "You must prevent her," he added, "even by force; and I authorize you, if need be, to call upon the agent whom I have placed on duty, watching the Hotel des Folies, and to whom I am going to send word immediately." Maxence started off on a run.
I learned her name was Cecelia Coursan. I began to frequent the Folies, a kind of cabaret crowded every night with Turkish officers. Admiration was no longer a delight to her and she accepted it with a wooden smile. The Folies is quite dissimilar from its European or American prototypes, by reason of its Oriental atmosphere. Most of the year round it is conducted in the open.
Then he turned to Clarisse and again referred to what Rose had been telling them: "D'you believe in the offers of the Folies people, eh? Three hundred francs an evening for a hundred nights! Why not a country house into the bargain? If his wife were to be given three hundred francs Mignon would chuck my friend Bordenave and do it jolly sharp too!"
"Well, never mind. It is not necessary that you should." Two o'clock struck as Mlle. Lucienne and Maxence left the office of the commissary of police, she pensive and agitated, he gloomy and irritated. They reached the Hotel des Folies without exchanging a word. Mme. Fortin was again at the door, speechifying in the midst of a group with indefatigable volubility.
I hear that Polaire is on at the Folies Bergères with her opium-den scene. A thriller, I'm told." Theatres and music-halls were nothing to the shipowner; his idea was to keep Matheson under observation if possible, and try to solve the riddle. "Thanks, but I've got to get away from Paris," answered Matheson with his tired droop of the shoulders.
"I am losing my time like a fool," he thought. Great, then, was his surprise, when the following week, on a fine afternoon, he saw Mlle. Lucienne leave her room, no longer clad in her eternal black dress, but wearing a brilliant and extremely rich toilet. With a beating heart he followed her. In front of the Hotel des Folies stood a handsome carriage and horses. As soon as Mlle.
He was ready, in fact, when the old servant returned; and, as he had in his pocket some of those arguments that lend wings to the poorest cab-horses, in less than ten minutes he had reached the Hotel des Folies. "How is Mlle. Lucienne?" he inquired first of all of the worthy hostess.
The speeches done, the governor suggested that the national spirit be interpreted to him in pantomine. "They must be enlivened with alcohol or they will not move," said Guillitoue. "Mon dieu!" he replied. "It is the 'Folies Bergère' over again! Give them wine!" Bauda ordered Flag, the native gendarme, and Song of the Nightingale, a prisoner, to carry a demijohn of Bordeaux wine to the garden.
It was not to M. de Tregars that he went first, however, but to the Hotel des Folies. "Mlle. Lucienne has just come home with a big bundle," said Mme. Fortin to Maxence, with her pleasantest smile, as soon as she had seen him emerge from the shades of the corridor.
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