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Updated: May 29, 2025
"I will show you over the house and the offices," said Maitre Voigt, "but I must put away these papers first. They come from the municipal authorities, and they must be taken special care of." Obenreizer saw his chance, here, of finding out the repository in which his employer's private papers were kept. "Can't I save you the trouble, sir?" he asked.
That's rather neatly expressed, I think," added Maitre Voigt, in high good humour with himself. "Permit me to reward my own merit with a pinch of snuff!" Obenreizer dropped his eyes to the ground, as though he were not even worthy to see the notary take snuff. "Do me one last favour, sir," he said, when he raised his eyes. "Do not act on impulse.
"It has a coarse after-flavour," said Vendale, giving back the cup with a slight shudder, "and I don't like it." "You are right," said Obenreizer, tasting, and smacking his lips; "it has a coarse after-flavour, and I don't like it. Booh! It burns, though!" He had flung what remained in the cup upon the fire.
She was looking towards Obenreizer. Before Vendale could look, in his turn, Obenreizer had wheeled round, and was taking leave of Madame Dor. "Adieu, my charming niece!" he said, turning to Marguerite next. "En route, my friend, for Neuchatel!" He tapped Vendale lightly over the breast-pocket of his coat and led the way to the door. Vendale's last look was for Marguerite.
There are five places of shelter, near together, on the dangerous road before you; and there is the wooden cross, and there is the next Hospice. Do not stray from the track. If the Tourmente comes on, take shelter instantly!" "The trade of these poor devils!" said Obenreizer to his friend, with a contemptuous backward wave of his hand towards the voice. "How they stick to their trade!
"Imbecile!" whispered Obenreizer to himself, with a look at the man which the man remembered for many a long day afterwards. "Will you come into the clerks' room?" asked Vendale. "They have a stove there." "No, no. No matter." Vendale handed him the receipt. Obenreizer's interest in examining it appeared to have been quenched as suddenly and as effectually as the fire itself.
Though descended from so fine a family, you have had the condescension to come into trade? Stop though. Wines? Is it trade in England or profession? Not fine art?" "Mr. Obenreizer," returned Vendale, somewhat out of countenance, "I was but a silly young fellow, just of age, when I first had the pleasure of travelling with you, and when you and I and Mademoiselle your niece who is well?"
In the moment of silence that followed, the singing of a caged bird in the court-yard outside was the one sound stirring in the room. Maitre Voigt touched Bintrey, and pointed to Obenreizer. "Look at him!" said the notary, in a whisper. The shock had paralysed every movement in the villain's body, but the movement of the blood. His face was like the face of a corpse.
When the new partner in Wilding and Co. rang the bell of a door bearing the blunt inscription OBENREIZER on a brass plate the inner door of a substantial house, whose ground story was devoted to the sale of Swiss clocks he passed at once into domestic Switzerland.
If you will only delegate your authority to another person whom I know of, that person may be trusted never to lose sight of your niece, night or day!" "You are wasting your time and mine," returned Obenreizer. "If my niece is not rendered up to my authority within one week from this day, I invoke the law. If you resist the law, I take her by force." He rose to his feet as he said the last word.
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