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As soon as Asie's back was turned, Europe opened the packet, on which the hapless courtesan had written: "To be delivered to Monsieur Lucien de Rubempre." Seven hundred and fifty thousand-franc notes shone in the eyes of Prudence Servien, who exclaimed: "Won't we be happy and honest for the rest of our lives!" Paccard made no objection.
Tired of being interrupted, Trompe-la-Mort gave Paccard's shin a kick hard enough to break it; but the man's tendons were of india-rubber, and his bones of wrought iron. "All right, boss, mum it is," said he. "Do you think I am cramming you with lies?" said Jacques Collin, perceiving that Paccard had had a few drops too much. "Well, listen.
At the door of her room he could see Esther stiff on her bed, blue with poison dead! He went up to the bed and dropped on his knees. "You are right! She tolt me so! She is dead of me " Paccard, Asie, every one hurried in. It was a spectacle, a shock, but not despair. Every one had their doubts. The Baron was a banker again.
"Yes." "It is a risky game." "No; I owed that poor Theodore his life, and he is reprieved." "And you?" "I I shall be what I ought to be. I shall always make our set shake in their shoes. But we must get to work. Go and tell Paccard to be off as fast as he can go, and see that Europe does as I told her." "That is a trifle; I know how to deal with la Gonore," said the terrible Jacqueline.
Then find Europe and Paccard; those two thieves must be at my orders, and ready to play any part I may set them. "Go to Rastignac; tell him, from the man he met at the opera-ball, to come and swear that the Abbe Carlos Herrera has no resemblance to Jacques Collin who was apprehended at Vauquer's. Do the same with Dr. Bianchon, and get Lucien's two women to work to the same end."
Get out on the roof through the skylight; get down the chimney into your miss'ess' room, and hide the packet she had made of the money in the mattress " "And why not by the door?" asked Prudence Servien. "Idiot! there are seals on everything," replied Jacques Collin. "In a few days the inventory will be taken, and you will be innocent of the theft." "Good for the boss!" cried Paccard.
She flattered herself that Esther, driving out one fine day, would meet her face to face. Esther's coachman was Paccard for her household had been made up in five days by Asie, Europe, and Paccard under Carlos' instructions, and in such a way that the house in the Rue Saint-Georges was an impregnable fortress.
Saint-Esteve puts a woman in to keep the shop " "La Gonore," said Jacqueline. "Poor la Pouraille's moll," said Paccard. "That is where I bolted to with Europe the day that poor Madame van Bogseck died, our mis'ess." "Who jabbers when I am speaking?" said Jacques Collin. Perfect silence fell in the coach. Paccard and Prudence did not dare look at each other.
"In the cellar?" asked Prudence. "Silence!" cried Jacqueline. "Yes, but to get the business transferred, we must have the consent of the police authorities," Paccard objected. "We shall have it," said Trompe-la-Mort. "Don't meddle in what does not concern you."
On going home at night, Paccard tippled the liquid gold poured into small glasses out of a pot-bellied stone jar from Danzig. "We will make them open their eyes," said Paccard, putting on his grand hat and feathers after bowing to Carlos, whom he called his Confessor.
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