Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: September 18, 2025
Then M. Marambot, in a dying voice, gave him the practical piece of advice: "Wash the wounds in a dilute solution of carbolic acid!" Denis answered: "This is what I am doing, monsieur." M. Marambot opened both his eyes. There was no sign of blood either on the bed, on the walls, or on the murderer. The wounded man was stretched out on clean white sheets. The two men looked at each other.
"Here they are, Monsieur." The manager seemed delighted and said with a smile: "Very good. You are a man of your word. Need I look over it, Forestier?" But Forestier hastened to reply: "It is not necessary, M. Walter; I helped him in order to initiate him into the profession. It is very good." Then bending toward him, he whispered: "You know you promised to engage Duroy to replace Marambot.
He had spoken in enthusiastic terms of the continued devotion of this faithful servant, of the care with which he had surrounded his master, wounded by him in a moment of alienation. Touched by this memory, M. Marambot felt the tears rising to his eyes.
Old man Malois is afraid of the law-suit with which I am threatening him. I shall get my money to-morrow. Five thousand francs are not liable to harm the account of an old bachelor." M. Marambot rubbed his hands with satisfaction. He was a man of quiet temperament, more sad than gay, incapable of any prolonged effort, careless in business.
He had spoken in enthusiastic terms of the continued devotion of this faithful servant, of the care with which he had surrounded his master, wounded by him in a moment of alienation. Touched by this memory, M. Marambot felt the tears rising to his eyes.
Finally M. Marambot said calmly: "You have been guilty of a great crime." Denis answered: "I am trying to make up for it, monsieur. If you will not tell on me, I will serve you as faithfully as in the past." This was no time to anger his servant. M. Marambot murmured as he closed his eyes: "I swear not to tell on you." Denis saved his master.
Since Marambot has left us, I have had no one to take urgent and confidential reports, and the paper is suffering by it." M. Walter put on his spectacles in order to examine Duroy. Then he said: "I am convinced that M. Duroy is original, and if he will call upon me tomorrow at three o'clock, we will arrange matters."
Marambot told me the story of this prisoner, who, with the aid of a nail, covered the walls of his dungeon with sculptures, tracing the reflections of the sun as it glanced through the narrow slit of a loophole.
It was then ten o'clock in the morning, and I at once decided to go back to Gisors for breakfast. As I was walking along I said to myself: "Gisors, Gisors why, I know someone there! "Who is it? Gisors? Let me see, I have a friend in this town." A name suddenly came to my mind, "Albert Marambot."
Denis was struggling with two gendarmes. An officer was taking notes on his pad. As soon as he saw his master, the servant began to sob, exclaiming: "You told on me, monsieur, that's not right, after what you had promised me. You have broken your word of honor, Monsieur Marambot; that is not right, that's not right!"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking