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Overwrought by a fever of indignation, he went into his room and piled his clothes upon a chair. "All dese are mine," he said, with simplicity worthy of Cincinnatus. "Der biano is also mine." Fraisier turned to La Sauvage. "Madame, get help," he said; "take that piano out and put it on the landing." "You are too rough into the bargain," said Villemot, addressing Fraisier.
He died, as men must, and well, his genuine pictures did not fetch more than two hundred thousand francs! You must let me see these gentlemen. Now for the next-of-kin," and Fraisier again relapsed into his attitude of listener. When President Camusot's name came up, he nodded with a grimace which riveted Mme. Cibot's attention.
"I guarantee you thirty thousand francs," said Fraisier, speaking like a man sure of the fact. "After all, you know how fond I am of dear Dr. Poulain," she began again in her most coaxing tones; "he told me to come to you, worthy man, and he did not send me here to be told that I shall be guillotined for poisoning some one."
Cibot when she returned, and asked her if she could see the slightest trace of the operation. La Cibot took up the envelope, felt it over, assured herself that it was not empty, and heaved a deep sigh. She had entertained hopes that Fraisier himself would have burned the unlucky document while she was out of the room. "Well, my dear M. Fraisier, what is to be done?" "Oh! that is your affair!
To make others believe that the dying man was out of his mind it was the very corner-stone of the edifice reared by the petty lawyer. The morning's incident had done Fraisier good service; but for him, La Cibot in her trouble might have fallen into the snare innocently spread by Schmucke, when he asked her to send back the person sent by the family. Remonencq saw Dr.
Camusot's immediate successor, the judge with whom he had been most intimate during his term of office, was still President of the Tribunal, and consequently knew all about Fraisier. "Do you know, madame," Fraisier said, when at last the red sluices of La Cibot's torrent tongue were closed, "do you know that your principal enemy will be a man who can send you to the scaffold?"
"I guarantee you thirty thousand francs," said Fraisier, speaking like a man sure of the fact. "After all, you know how fond I am of dear Dr. Poulain," she began again in her most coaxing tones; "he told me to come to you, worthy man, and he did not send me here to be told that I shall be guillotined for poisoning some one."
"It is an idea," said Fraisier; "the old gentleman certainly deserved that much; but the monument would cost seven or eight hundred francs." "Oh! quite that!" "If M. Schmucke gives the order, it cannot affect the estate. You might eat up a whole property with such expenses." "There would be a lawsuit, but you would gain it " "Very well," said Fraisier, "then it will be his affair.
Poulain had spent the whole previous evening in a microscopic examination of the case; they had made mature deliberations. The doctor described Schmucke for his friend's benefit, and the alert pair had plumbed all hypotheses and scrutinized all risks and resources, till Fraisier, exultant, cried aloud, "Both our fortunes lie in this!"
Sauvage with her, and to put in Fraisier's servant was almost tantamount to installing Fraisier himself. The Abbe Duplanty, coming downstairs, found the gateway blocked by the Cibots' friends, all of them bent upon showing their interest in one of the oldest and most respectable porters in the Marais. Dr. Poulain raised his hat, and took the Abbe aside.
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