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Yes, but Madame Gerdy certainly knew that Noel was really her son, for when he was returned to her, she no doubt looked for the mark she had made on him. Then, when Noel discovered the count's letters, she must have hastened to explain to him " Old Tabaret stopped as suddenly as if further progress were obstructed by some dangerous reptile. He was terrified at the conclusion he had reached.
You had, indeed on your side, the count, and your mother; but M. Gerdy was in possession of evidence that was certain to win his cause, that of Widow Lerouge." "I have never doubted that, sir." "Now," continued the magistrate, seeking to hide the look which he fastened upon Albert, "justice supposes that, to do away with the only existing proof, you have assassinated Widow Lerouge."
I have ruined him: I will save him! I must, I will find the culprit; and he shall pay dearly for my mistake, the scoundrel!" After seeing the Count de Commarin safely in his carriage at the entrance of the Palais de Justice, Noel Gerdy seemed inclined to leave him.
He passed in, and found his concierge standing, cap in hand, and tenderly examining a twenty franc piece. "Ah, sir," said the man, "such a pretty young person, and so lady-like! If you had only been here five minutes sooner." "What lady? why?" "That elegant lady, who just went out, sir; she came to make some inquiries about M. Gerdy. She gave me twenty francs for answering her questions.
The old amateur detective was beginning to understand. "All the same," said he, "from what I know of your affairs, which I think I know as well as my own, it appears to me that the count has not overwell kept the dazzling promises of fortune he made Madame Gerdy on your behalf." "He never even kept them in the least degree, my old friend."
His name is Brosette, and she lives in the village of Commarin itself." "And what next?" asked the magistrate, after having taken down the name and address. "The next day, sir, Claudine managed to pacify me, and extorted a promise of secrecy. The child was scarcely ill at all; but he retained an enormous scar on his arm." "Was Madame Gerdy informed of what took place?" "I do not think so, sir.
"Count," said he reproachfully, "remember that it was only a few minutes ago that you admitted that M. Gerdy was your legitimate son." M. de Commarin made no reply; to judge from his lack of emotion, he could not have heard. So Noel, summoning all his courage, ventured to speak first, "Sir," he stammered, "I entertain no "
I see only one difficulty in your way. How do you expect to live, my stoic philosopher? Have you a trade at your fingers' ends, like Jean Jacques Rousseau's Emile? Or, worthy M. Gerdy, have you learned economy from the four thousand francs a month I allow you for waxing your moustache? Perhaps you have made money on the Bourse!
The officers of the law have made the usual preliminary investigations, and everything leads us to believe that the police are already on the track of the author of this dastardly crime." "Thunder!" said old Tabaret to himself, "can it be that Madame Gerdy? The idea but flashed across his mind; he fell back into his chair, and, shrugging his shoulders, murmured,
"And do you think that Madame d'Arlange will give her granddaughter to M. Gerdy?" "We hope so, sir. The marchioness is sufficiently infected with aristocratic ideas to prefer a nobleman's bastard to the son of some honest tradesman; but should she refuse, we would await her death, though without desiring it." The calm manner in which Albert said this enraged the count.
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