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Did M. Jottras venture upon a double-entendre, she would throw herself back upon her chair to laugh, stretching her neck, and thrusting her throat forward. Wholly absorbed in the care of his guests, M. Favoral remarked nothing.
"But what I want to know is, how is the matter progressing?" "The plot is thickening. Justice is acting." "Indeed!" "It is a fact. Jules Jottras, of the house of Jottras and Brother, was arrested this morning, just as he arrived at the bourse." "Why?" "Because, it seems, he was an accomplice of Favoral; and it was he who sold the bonds stolen from the Mutual Credit."
Whereupon, having dressed himself with much care, he started off, saying that he was expected at breakfast by Saint Pavin, the financial editor, and by M. Jottras, of the house of Jottras & Brother. A shrewd woman would not have given it up so easy, and, in the end, would probably have mastered the despot, whose intellect was far from brilliant. But Mme.
And, the presentations over, Vincent Favoral had at last the ineffable satisfaction to see seated at his table the Baron and Baroness de Thaller, M. Saint Pavin, who called himself a financial editor, and M. Jules Jottras, of the house of Jottras & Brother. It was with an eager curiosity that Mme.
Delicate, blonde, sallow, almost beardless, M. Jottras distinguished himself only by a sort of unconscious impudence, a harmless cynicism, and a sort of spasmodic giggle, that shook the eye-glasses which he wore stuck over his nose. But it was above all Mme. de Thaller who excited Mme. Favoral's apprehensions.
Then, timidly, and with infinite precautions, she commenced explaining that M. de Thaller's face inspired her with no confidence; that M. Jottras had seemed to her a very impudent personage; that M. Saint Pavin appeared low and vulgar; and that, finally, the young baroness had given her of herself the most singular idea. M. Favoral refused to hear more.
I found his letter this morning at the office. At once I ran to his apartments, Rue Vivienne. He had just gone out; and it is in vain that I called for him at Jottras', and at the office of 'The Financial Pilot. I found him at last at the bourse, after running three hours. But I could only get from him evasive answers and vague explanations.
He was speaking in a hoarse voice, shaking his clinched fist in the air, doubtless at the Baron de Thaller. "Unfortunately," he resumed, "it was only much later that I discovered all this. At the moment, M. de Thaller dazzled me. His friends, Saint Pavin and the bankers Jottras, proclaimed him the smartest and the most honest man in France.
"As to pretend that I have benefitted by the embezzlements of my cashier that is simply stupid; and there can be no one to suggest such a thing, except Jottras and Saint Pavin, two scoundrels whom I have had ten times the opportunity to send to prison and who were the accomplices of Favoral.
Favoral overheard him. To defend her husband, she found a remnant of energy, and, straightening herself on her seat, "Ah! do not doubt it," she stammered out. "Of his own inspiration, Vincent could never have committed an evil act. He has been circumvented, led away, duped!" "Very well; but by whom?" "By Costeclar," affirmed Mlle. Gilberte. "By the Messrs. Jottras, the bankers," said Mme.
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