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"Did you know Louis Lacombe?" he asked. "Yes, through my husband." "When did you see him for the last time?" "The evening he dined with us." "At that time, was there anything to lead you to believe that you would never see him again?" "No. But he had spoken of a trip to Russia in a vague way." "Then you expected to see him again?" "Yes. He was to dine with us, two days later."
De Jussac was glaring. His head drooped lower and lower. His lips were parted, and the line of strong white teeth showed between them. His voice, when he spoke, was quite fearful in its low intensity. "Bones yes, and human. Where they lie, the other must be near. Ah, Lacombe, Lacombe; you will yield me my own at last!"
The other Commissioners, who are associated with me, and who are sitting here, are Mr. McKenna and Mr. Ross and the Rev. Father Lacombe, who is with us to act as counsellor and adviser. I have to say, on behalf of the Queen and the Government of Canada, that we have come to make you an offer.
Then the Mounted Police, whose officer commanding at Calgary was Superintendent Sanders, D.S.O., were called upon and discovered that Cashel had stolen a pony at Lacombe to help in his escape. Shortly afterwards D. A. Thomas, north of Red Deer, notified the Police that a relative, J. R. Belt, had disappeared from the latter's ranch east of Lacombe.
"Yes," repeated the visitor, "I am delighted to find you alone; as I was saying, I can explain myself more clearly." "Monsieur," said the invalid, in a crabbed tone, "you have asked me if my name was Lacombe and if I was Mariette Moreau's godmother. I have already told you yes. Now what do you want of me? Explain yourself." "To begin with, my good woman " he began.
Then he pushed the bewildered Varin through the door. "Daspry! Daspry!" I cried, pushing aside the curtain. He ran to me. "What? What's the matter?" "Madame Andermatt is ill." He hastened to her, caused her to inhale some salts, and, while caring for her, questioned me: "Well, what did it?" "The letters of Louis Lacombe that you gave to her husband."
"Ah! where was it?" "Here." "Here!" I cried in alarm. "Yes. I always had that suspicion. Louis Lacombe was very ingenious and amused himself in his leisure hours, by making safes and locks. No doubt, the Varin brothers were aware of that fact and utilized one of Lacombe's safes in which to conceal the letters....and other things, perhaps." "But they did not live here," I said.
He promised first of all to explain to Cavalier the offers of MM. de Baville and de Lalande. Lacombe kept his word: he set off the same day, and two days later appeared before Cavalier. The first feeling of the young chief was astonishment, the second pleasure. Lacombe could not have chosen a better moment to speak of peace to his former shepherd.
I never heard the name," said Louis, gazing curiously at the card; then, as he mechanically turned it over, his eyes caught sight of these words in pencil: "Mariette Moreau, with Madame Lacombe, Rue des Prêtres-Saint-Germain-l'Auxerrois." The commander had noted Mariette's address on the back of his card, and unconsciously used the same in writing to Louis to request an interview.
"You also spoke of another institution?" "That house was founded for the benefit of twelve poor, crippled women who cannot work. It is under the direction of Madame Lacombe." "Who is Madame Lacombe?" "Madame Richard's godmother, a good, worthy soul, who lost one hand years ago. She is the personification of gentleness and patience.
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