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Updated: May 13, 2025
And the humour of the scene was twice as great because Lupin was appearing under the aspect of M. Nicole, in the clothes and figure of that wizened, awkward, nervous private tutor. A sad smile flickered across Mme. Mergy's face, her first smile for many a long month. But, at once returning to the reality of things, she besought him: "Please, please... think of Gilbert!"
I did not know her until I was called in to see her, the other day, in particularly tragic circumstances." "Is she ill?" "Mme. Mergy has taken poison." "What!" Daubrecq gave a start and he continued, without concealing his distress: "What's that you say? Poison! Is she dead?" "No, the dose was not large enough. If no complications ensue, I consider that Mme. Mergy's life is saved."
There was no doubt about Daubrecq's reply. To him, the kidnapping of little Jacques had represented only a means of working upon Clarisse Mergy's feelings and perhaps also a warning for her to cease the contest upon which she had engaged. But the threat of a suicide must needs show Daubrecq that he was on the wrong track.
How could he follow the secret train of the man's thought without seeing the expression of his face? It was almost like fighting an enemy who wielded an invisible sword. Presently, Daubrecq spoke: "So Mme. Mergy's life is saved... And she has sent you to me... I don't quite understand... I hardly know the lady." "Now for the ticklish moment," thought Lupin. "Have at him!"
Mergy's traces, first, to the Rue Chateaubriand and, afterward, to Saint-Germain... And then... what then?
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