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"It is impossible for me to account for it. I have, however, always supposed that Prosper was led astray by a young man whom he met at my house about this time, M. Raoul de Lagors." "Ah! and who is this young man?" "A relative of my wife; a very attractive, intelligent young man, somewhat wild, but rich enough to pay for his follies."
Saying this, he sat down, and rapidly scratched off a few lines on a slip of paper, which he folded up, and put in his vest-pocket. "Are you ready to go to M. Fauvel's? Yes? Come on, then; we have certainly earned our breakfast to-day." When Raoul de Lagors spoke of M. Fauvel's extraordinary dejection, he had not exaggerated.
"No, this did not explain everything, as I well knew at the time, and should, consequently, have studied my characters more thoroughly. How is Clameran's position to be accounted for, if my first idea was the correct one?" "Clameran is Lagors's accomplice of course." "Ah, there is the mistake! I for a long time believed Lagors to be the principal person, when, in fact, he is not.
He turned deadly pale, and stared back with his hands stretched out before him, as if shrinking from a phantom. He tried to answer, to protest against this assertion, but the words froze on his lips. His fright was pitiable. "Come, let us go," said Lagors, who was perfectly cool.
His widow, who lives at Montagnette, is supported entirely by one of her relatives, the wife of a rich banker in Paris. No person of the name of Lagors lives in the district of Arles. "That is all," said M. Verduret; "don't you think it enough?" "Really, monsieur, I don't know whether I am awake or dreaming." "You will be awake after a while. Now I wish to remark one thing.
Anger, more than pain, made him cry out: "Ah, you villain!" And recoiling a few feet, he put himself on the defensive. But the precaution was useless. Seeing his blow miss, the assassin did not return to the attack, but made rapidly off. "That was certainly Lagors," said the clown, "and Clameran must be somewhere near.
He said he knew that Prosper had speculated on the Bourse through the medium of M. Raoul de Lagors, and had gained immense sums. Five o'clock struck before the list of witnesses summoned for the day was exhausted. But the task of M. Patrigent was not yet finished. He rang for his bailiff, who instantly appeared, and said to him: "Go at once, and bring Fanferlot here."
He then read: "'LAGORS. Very old family, originally from Maillane, settled at St. Remy about a century ago." "I told you so," cried Prosper. "Pray allow me to finish," said M. Verduret. Rosalie-Clarisse Fontanet, of Tarascon; died December 1848, leaving no male heir, but left two daughters. The registers make no mention of any person in the district bearing the name of Lagors.
Naturally you show this letter to your husband; and a few days afterward he warmly welcomes your nephew, Raoul de Lagors, a handsome, rich, attractive young man, who does everything he can to please you both." "Monsieur," replied Mme. Fauvel, "my cousin is a pious, honorable woman, and nothing would induce her to countenance so shameful a transaction."
Clameran is not a friend of Prosper's, I know; but he is the friend and protector of Raoul de Lagors. Why so? Whence the intimacy of these two men of such different ages? That is what I must find out. I must also find out who this forge-master is who lives in Paris, and never goes to attend to his furnaces.
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