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Roger de Seras greeted Gurn with an engaging smile and advanced as if to shake hands with him, but suddenly wondering whether that action might not suggest undue familiarity, he raised his hand to his own head instead and scratched it; the young fellow was still younger in his business, and did not rightly know whether it was etiquette for a barrister, or even a barrister's junior, to shake hands with a prisoner who was implicated in a notorious murder.
"Hush!" he said peremptorily. Valgrand made frantic efforts to prevent himself from falling. "What does this mean? Let me go! What right " The two men began to drag him gently away. "Come along," said one of them in his ear. "Time's up. Don't be obstinate." "Besides, you know it's quite useless to resist, Gurn," the other added, not unkindly. "Nothing in the world could "
"Shall we go out for a quarter of an hour, Fandor?" and when they were presently in the corridor, he smote the young fellow in a friendly way on the shoulder and enquired: "Well, my boy, what do you say to all that?" Jérôme Fandor seemed to be overwhelmed. "You accuse my father? You really accuse Etienne Rambert of being Gurn? Surely I am dreaming!"
Gurn felt inclined to laugh, and on the whole was glad that it was the junior whom he had to see; the futile verbosity of this very young licentiate might possibly be amusing. Maître Roger de Seras began with civil apologies.
While he was opening drawers and ransacking furniture, and plunging his hand into presses and cupboards, Juve asked the concierge to describe this tenant of hers, M. Gurn, in whom he appeared to be so deeply interested.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Besides, what about it?" he growled. "We brought Gurn here, didn't we? Well, we've got to take Gurn back again. That's all I know. Come on!"
The green man stamped his foot in wrath. "Good Lord! Gurn has got away!" Towards the rue Montmartre the green man rapidly dragged his companion, who was trembling in every limb, and utterly at a loss to guess what the future held in store for him. Suddenly the green man halted, just under the light of a street lamp outside the church of Saint-Eustache.
Fifteen hundred of those are for you; I will go away to-morrow evening." There was a tense silence; the warder seemed doubtful, and Gurn turned the whole of his will power upon him to persuade him. "Suppose they suspect me?" said Nibet. "Idiot!" Gurn retorted; "all you will do will be to make a slip in your duty: I don't want you to be an accomplice.
Silence fell upon the court; Juve refrained from saying anything more, but a sarcastic smile curled his lip. "Have you anything else to say?" the President asked after a pause. "Nothing: except that anything is possible to Fantômas." The President turned to the prisoner. "Gurn, have you anything to say, any confession to make? The jury will listen to you." Gurn rose to his feet.
I tell you all these things without attempting to draw any deductions from them, for, for my own part, I haven't the least idea why the steward, Dollon, has been summoned in our case at all." "Nor have I," said Gurn, and the frown on his brow was deeper. Roger de Seras hunted all round the little room for his gloves and found them in his pocket. "Well, my dear chap, I must leave you.
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