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Updated: April 30, 2025
I have an opportunity of purchasing the business of a well-established and well-known dentist, in an excellent neighborhood. Why not avail myself of it? Only one thing worries me the lack of funds." The marquis had expected the doctor would require remuneration for his services. Before compromising himself any further, M. Jodon wished to knew what compensation he was to receive.
"There are a number of patients waiting for me. I will drop in again about midnight. I still have several urgent visits to make." Thus had Dr. Jodon spoken to Mademoiselle Marguerite; and yet, when he left the Hotel de Chalusse, after assuring himself that Casimir would have some straw spread over the street, the doctor quietly walked home.
He would have gone there before the appointed time if he had merely listened to the promptings of his impatience, so thoroughly was he persuaded that this second interview would be decisive. But prudence advised him not to expose himself to the danger of an encounter with Madame Leon and Dr. Jodon. "Well! Monsieur Maumejan," cried the marquis, as soon as Pascal made his appearance.
He advanced toward the bed, but before he had time to examine his patient Mademoiselle Marguerite handed him a scrap of paper. "The physician who usually attends M. de Chalusse has been here in your absence, monsieur," said she. "This is his prescription, and we have already administered a few drops of the potion." M. Jodon, who was expecting this blow, bowed coldly.
But she stepped back with outstretched arms as if to protect the escritoire. "No," she exclaimed, "no the escritoire shall not be touched. I will not permit it " "But, mademoiselle," insisted the doctor, "your father " "The Count de Chalusse is not my father!" Dr. Jodon was greatly disconcerted by Mademoiselle Marguerite's vehemence. "Ah!" said he, in three different tones, "ah! ah!"
"As for the robbery, we have an answer to that," she answered, "and as regards the poisoning really the accusation is too absurd!" But Pascal still looked gloomy. "The matter is more serious than you suppose," he replied. "They have found a physician a vile, cowardly scoundrel who for a certain sum has consented to appear in support of the accusation." "Dr. Jodon, I presume!"
Jodon lacked the courage to return to his sumptuous rooms, and it was in a little cafe that he thus reflected upon the situation, while drinking some execrable beer brewed in Paris out of a glass manufactured in Bavaria. At last midnight sounded the hour had come. Still the doctor did not move.
Above all, don't fail to bring me the desired information respecting Dr. Jodon. I am, my dear madame, devotedly yours V." Below ran a postscript which read as follows: "When you come on Tuesday bring this letter with you. We will burn it together. Don't imagine that I distrust you but there is nothing so dangerous as letters."
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