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The note contained an order from the Minister of Justice to hand over to the Marquis of Fougereuse the body of Fanfaro; thus it will be seen that the marquis's present of a million to the Society of Jesus had already borne fruit, and Pierre Labarre felt his anger diminish when he saw for what purpose the marquis had demanded the money.
The mystery of such a strange occurrence may never be solved, but Françoise threw herself on the ground in a corner where the little garden had stood, and began to dig furiously in the earth. Presently, she screamed: "The box! The box! Jacques is not my son; Cinette is the Marquise de Fongereues. Jacques Fanfar is Vicomte de Talizac!" And she fell unconscious into the arms of Labarre.
Had he been dead, the heirs of the Fongereues would have applied to the courts. Then Pierre Labarre resumed his search, and an old man was continually seen on all the highways and by-ways of France, entering the humblest cottages and asking, in tremulous tones: "Do you remember? It was in 1814." But this was ten years ago. No one had seen two children flying for their lives.
This is not all I am crushed under the weight of engagements so heavy that were I to give up every sou I have in the world, and reduce my wife and my son to beggary, I could not release myself and save my honor!" Labarre did not speak. "I have tried every plan," continued the Marquis, "and hear me, Pierre I have gone too far.
Where had Pierre Labarre found all this out? "The nobleman left the cottage like a thief in the night, and left behind him despair and shame," continued Pierre; "and this despair increased when the unhappy victim of the Vicomte de Talizac gave birth to a son, about the commencement of the year 1805 " "Go on! What else?" asked Fougereuse, mockingly, as Pierre paused.
Labarre trembled with contemptuous rage; the man before him was more mercenary and wicked than he thought could be possible. He buried both his sons almost at the same hour, but he still found time and opportunity to inquire about the legacy for which he had made so many sacrifices. "Well," exclaimed Fougereuse impatiently, "tell me, where are the millions of my father?"
Hardly had they disappeared than a door, concealed behind a hanging, slowly opened. Pierre Labarre appeared and noiselessly approaching his master, knelt at his feet. "Master," he said, respectfully, "I have returned." The Marquis started. "You have come!" he exclaimed, then dropping his voice, he added, "Quick! Simon?"
Labarre drew back in terror. "No, no do not say that!" "Why should I not say it? It is true. I discovered the secret of his birth, and I removed him from my path I poisoned him!" The old man staggered to the wall, where he leaned for support. "Now, denounce me!" cried the Marquis, "and I am ready to mount the scaffold. I killed this Fanfar, and this thought is all that gives me a ray of comfort!"
The Comte de Vernac can never say that the information on which he acted came from me, and without any trouble we shall get rid of the heir of Simon Fougère. Before these same judges, moreover, Labarre shall deliver the will, and tell the secret. Let no one see you and this Robeccal go away together." "Rely on me." Before many minutes, Robeccal and Cyprien started off together.
"Guilty though I be," continued the Marquis, "great as have been my faults and my errors, I bear to-day the name of my father, and that name, Pierre Labarre, will be forever dishonored unless you come to my assistance!" "I do not understand," said Labarre. "I am an old man and poor. What can I do for you?" "I will tell you. I am ruined, my influence is lost.
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