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We hear strange stories in the macquis and things that one would never expect to reach the mountains. They say that Colonel Gilbert busies himself in stirring up the Peruccas and the de Vasselots against each other an affair that has slept these thirty years." "Ah!"
They decided to arrest the Count de Vasselot, though they had not a scrap of evidence, and the clan was strong in those days, stronger than the Peruccas are to-day. But they never caught him.
"They have nothing to quarrel about," suggested Lory. "Nothing," replied the Corsican, quite gravely. "And the chateau was empty when they burnt it?" inquired Lory. "Yes; it has been empty since I was a boy. I remember it when I went to St. Florent to school, and it was then that I used to see your father, the count. He was powerful in those days before the Peruccas began to get strong.
It was only when the Bonapartes changed their name to a French one that your great-grandfather Gallicized ours. We are not to be frightened away by the Peruccas." "But since he is dead " said Lory, with an effort to be patient.
All night he had been restless. He was in a panic that the Peruccas are seeking him. He is no longer responsible, mon ami; his mind is gone. From his muttered talk of the last few days, they conclude that he is making his way south to Bonifacio, in order to cross the straits from there to Sardinia. He is on foot, alone, and deranged. There is my news."
Jean was with him. By some means or other Jean got wind of a proposed investigation of the chateau. The Peruccas people have been stirred up lately; but that is a long story which I cannot tell you now. At all events, they quitted the chateau a few hours before the house was mysteriously burnt down. To-day I received a message from Jean. Your father left their camp before daybreak to-day.
"You know as well as I do," said Colonel Gilbert, with more earnestness than he had ever shown, "that the sooner you and mademoiselle are out of the island the better." "Bah!" laughed mademoiselle. "With you at Bastia to watch over us, mon colonel! Besides, we Peruccas are invincible just now. Have we not burnt down the Chateau de Vasselot?" Gilbert winced. Mademoiselle wondered why.
It must be greater than we think, that temptation. You and I perhaps have never had it." "No," replied the abbe, simply. "There has never been more than a sou in my poor-box at the church. I see now," continued Susini, "who has been stirring up this old strife between the Peruccas and the Vasselots offering, as he was, to buy from one and the other alternately.
"That story was buried with Perucca," he said, after a long pause. "Perhaps the Abbe Susini knows it. Who can tell what a priest knows? There were two Peruccas once fine, big men and neither married. The other Andrei Perucca who has been in hell these thirty years, made sheep's eyes, they told me, at de Vasselot's young wife. She was French, and willing enough, no doubt.
Lory thought of the woman who was leading the Peruccas now, who had quitted the chair in which her accuser now sat, a few minutes earlier, and smiled. "Have you a cigarette?" asked the Corsican, bluntly. "Yes but I cannot offer it to you. It is in my right-hand pocket, and my right arm is disabled."
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