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"But where shall I see you? They expect me to-day at Orcival." "Very well; to-morrow morning at nine, at my rooms. No Rue Montmartre." "A thousand thanks; I shall be there." When they had reached the Belle Image they separated. Nine o'clock had just struck in the belfry of the church of St.
The doctor and his host hastened to the lamp; their zeal caused a delay, and at the moment that the doctor raised the lamp, the door was rudely pushed open. "I beg to present to you," said M. Lecoq, "Master Robelot, bone-setter of Orcival, herborist by prudence, and poisoner by vocation." The stupefaction of the others was such that neither could speak.
A creaking of locks responded, and through the narrow bars of the peephole he saw the hairy face of an old crone. "What do you want?" said the woman, in a deep, bass voice. "Monsieur Lecoq." "What do you want of him?" "He made an appointment with me for this morning." "Your name and business?" "Monsieur Plantat, justice of the peace at Orcival." "All right. Wait."
He wanted to ask Sauvresy to look after the articles left at the pawnbroker's in the Rue de Condo, and to call on Jenny. Bertha, from her window, followed with her eyes the two friends; who, with arms interlocked, ascended the road toward Orcival. "What a difference," thought she, "between these two men! My husband said he wished to be his friend's steward; truly he has the air of a steward.
These were curious folks who, more daring than the rest, wished to see the "men of justice" eating, and tried to hear a word or two, to report them, and so become important in the eyes of the others. But the "men of justice" as they said at Orcival took care to say nothing of moment while the doors were open, and while a servant was passing to and fro.
This idea of the marriage between his widow and his friend seems, besides, to have singularly possessed his thoughts toward the close of his life. In the preamble of his will, dictated the night before his death, to M. Bury, notary of Orcival, he says formally that their union is his dearest wish, certain as he is of their happiness, and knowing well that his memory will be piously kept."
"At last!" sighed the worthy mayor; and in a lower tone he added, "the finest medals have their reverse." For the first time in his life, he seriously cursed his ambition, and regretted being the most important personage in Orcival. The judge of instruction of the tribunal at Corbeil, was M. Antoine Domini, a remarkable man, since called to higher functions.
Sauvresy at last subdued the spasm which had exhausted him, and spoke. "I have not said all yet," he commenced. His voice was as feeble as a murmur, and yet it seemed terrible to his hearers. "You shall see whether I have reckoned and foreseen well. Perhaps, when I was dead, the idea of flying and going abroad would strike you. I shall not permit that. You must stay at Orcival at Valfeuillu.
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