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Then I left everything, to fly to your assistance; and here I am." Prosper did not seem to hear him; he was pre-occupied about the letter which he had not written. What were its contents? Who was this stranger whose assistance he had accepted? "You must not feel discouraged," continued M. de Lagors: "you are young enough to commence life anew. Your friends are still left to you.
The police often resort to this ingenious and simple means of arresting a malefactor for whom they are on the lookout, and whom they cannot seize without a warrant. The next day there is a general explanation, and the parties, if innocent, are dismissed. The clown had sufficient proof to sustain him in the arrest of Lagors.
"The word you were foolish enough to give. You have forgotten, I suppose. But fortunately Gypsy remembered. You know that, two days before the robbery, you took Lagors and two other friends to sup with Mme. Gypsy? Nina was sad, and reproached you for not being more devoted to her." "Yes, I remember that." "But do you remember what you replied to her?"
But he soon recovered himself, and, bowing with deference, said, with covert irony: "Permit me to offer my congratulations, monsieur. Besides being the belle to-night, Mlle. Madeleine is worth, I hear, half a million." Raoul de Lagors had anxiously been watching the people near them, to see if they overheard this conversation.
M. Verduret and Prosper could talk at their ease without fear of being overheard by gossiping neighbors. M. Verduret drew forth his memorandum-book, the precious diary which, like the enchanted book in the fairy-tale, had an answer for every question. "While awaiting our emissaries whom I appointed to meet here, let us devote a little time to M. de Lagors."
At one moment Lagors would start and tremble in spite of his apparent indifference; the next, he would strike at the fire with the tongs, as if giving vent to his rage at some reproach uttered by Madeleine. Finally Madeleine changed her threats into entreaties, and, clasping her hands, almost fell at his knees. He turned away his head, and refused to answer save in monosyllables.
At this time Madame Fauvel was at the end of her resources. Lagors suggested taking the money from the safe. Tom between a desire to help her supposed son and the risk of discovery, she at last consented. Taking M. Fauvel's key, they descended silently to the safe-room. At the last moment, just as the key was in the lock, Madame Fauvel attempted to deter Lagors from his purpose.
M. de Lagors, pretending not to have heard him, rose from his chair, and said: "I must leave you now, my dear Prosper; on Saturday I will see these ladies at the ball, and will bring you news of them. Now, do have courage, and remember that, whatever happens, you have a friend in me."
He learnt that the night before the robbery the cashier had dined with his friend Raoul de Lagors, the wealthy, dissolute young nephew of M. Fauvel's wife. This Lagors was the friend of Count Louis de Clameran, whose demand for the £12,000 left him by his dead brother had resulted in the discovery of the mysterious robbery.
"Now what do you think of this information?" queried the fat man with a triumphant smile. Prosper looked amazed. "But why did M. Fauvel treat Raoul as his nephew?" "Ah, you mean as his wife's nephew! Let us examine note number two: it is not official, but it throws a valuable light upon the twenty thousand livres income of your friend." "'Jules-Rene-Henri de Lagors, last of his name, died at St.
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