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With the point of a knife Fanfaro opened Girdel's tightly compressed lips; the clown poured a few drops of the liquid down his throat, and in a few moments Girdel slowly opened his eyes and a deep sigh came from his breast. When Bobichel put the bottle to his mouth again, he drank a deep draught. "Hurrah, he is rescued!" exclaimed the clown, as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
The countess followed her guide without hesitation; she had perfect confidence in Girdel, and after a short journey they both stood in front of a heavy iron door. "Here we are," said the athlete, triumphantly; and taking an iron bar which stood in a corner in his hand, he cried in stentorian tones: "Get up, scoundrel, let us look at you!"
The count is a faithful supporter of the monarchy, and will no doubt accede to my request to send some policemen here this very night to arrest Girdel and Fanfaro. The rest I shall see to." "My lord, I congratulate you," said Simon, respectfully. Before Robeckal had gone with Simon, he had hurried to Rolla and told her that he was going to Remiremont now to get some policemen.
In the corridor he was stopped by the superintendent of the hospital, who asked him to put his signature under the burial certificate. Albaret signed it standing, got into the carriage which was waiting at the door, and rode rapidly away, while the royal servant, who was no other than Girdel, ran in an opposite direction, and took off his livery in a little house where Bobichel was awaiting him.
Robeckal raised his right hand, but at the same moment the athlete stretched him on the ground with a blow of his fist; he could thank his stars that Girdel had not struck him with his full force, or else Robeckal would never have got up again.
"I really forgot all about it," cried the superintendent to whom Girdel had gone for information. "The body has been taken away long ago." "Taken away?" repeated the athlete, astonished. "Yes; the Marquis of Fougereuse claimed him and took him along. I believe he intends to bury him in his family vault." "Almighty God! Is that true?" asked Girdel, horror-stricken.
"No, the wretches moved out of their former residence in the Rue Vinaigrier, yesterday, and no one could tell us where they went." "I thought so," groaned Fanfaro, and then he hastily added: "Girdel, the unhappy woman I hold in my arms is my mother. No, do not think I am crazy, it is the truth; and the girl who was abducted is my sister Louison." "Impossible!" stammered Girdel.
You will find the saddles in the large box in the wagon. But one minute what will become of my wife?" The others remained silent, only Fanfaro said: "Her present condition is such that we cannot take her along; and, besides, there is no danger in store for her." Girdel scratched his head in embarrassment. "I will look after her," he finally said, and hurried out. In about two minutes he returned.
We lived up till now in the Golden Calf. However, we must look for other rooms now. We can speak about that to-morrow. Let us go to sleep now, it must be very late," said Girdel; and looking at his watch, he added: "Really it is two o'clock." "Bobichel's eyes knew that long ago," laughed Fanfaro. "Go to bed, old friend, you are tired."
Whether Robeckal suspected how things were, we do not know; anyhow, he did not pursue the subject any further, but said: "Schwan brought two men to Girdel a little while ago; come with me to the upper story; we can listen at the door there and find out what they say."
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