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Updated: May 5, 2025
"Shall I give Mademoiselle any message?" the man asked confidentially. "I am going to call for her," Duncombe answered. "If I do not find her I will return." To drive to the Rue Pigalle was an affair of five minutes only. Duncombe climbed a couple of flights of narrow stairs, pushed open a swing gate, and found himself in front of an office, in which an elderly woman sat reading.
The automobile, running without lights, went no faster, kept a certain distance behind us all the way from the Place Pigalle to the apartment of Mademoiselle Reneaux. What have you to say to that? Furthermore, when Mademoiselle Reneaux had persuaded me to take refuge in her apartment who knew what they designed? one man left the automobile as it passed her door and stood on watch across the way.
Other two works by Pigalle, 782, Love and Friendship, and 783, bust of Marshal Saxe, may be noticed before quitting this room. By the seductive and sentimental Canova are 523 and 524, variants of a favourite theme, Love and Psyche.
They have reached the Boulevard Pigalle; the sun has set; the sky is clear and bright as a turquoise, and the sharp autumn wind detaches the last of the dried leaves from the trees. Amedee is silent, but his anxious glance solicits and waits for Louise's reply. "Dear Amedee," said she, raising her frank, pure eyes to his face, "you have the most generous and best of hearts.
"I know him well; he is the errand-runner who keeps his cart at the corner of the Rue Pigalle." "Go and bring him here." After the porter had gone, M. Verduret drew from his pocket his diary, and compared a page of it with the notes which he had spread over the table. "These notes were not sent by the thief," he said, after an attentive examination of them. "Do you think so, monsieur?"
"I shall have the honor to be with you at the hour named," he replied ceremoniously. "Rue Pigalle," said Maxime, "No. 6." "Yes, I know," returned Massol, "a few steps from the corner of the rue de la Rochefoucauld."
It was three in the morning, and the Place Pigalle was crowded with carriages, porters and a constant ebb and flow of all sorts of people. The journalist and his companion emerged some time later from one of the best known restaurants, both drunk, especially the stranger, who could scarcely keep his feet. "Look here, we must go ... go..." "Go to bed," interrupted Fandor. "No.
But I must see you to-day at any risk. Leave the house this evening at eight o'clock. My mother will be waiting for you in a cab, at the corner of the Rue Pigalle and the Rue Boursault. Come, and let no fear of arousing suspicions of the Fondeges deter you. They are henceforth powerless to injure you."
The last few words were like a flash of light to la Peyrade, and without waiting for the end of the postal odyssey of the great citizen, he darted away in the direction of the rue Pigalle, before Phellion, in the middle of his sentence, perceived his departure.
"If four francs seventy will do it my worldly possessions until next pay-day " "No, no, this is quite different." He drew Martin outside into the street and whispered. "To-night, as I happen to know, an Englishman walking along a back street by the Place Pigalle was followed by two apaches." "A week-end tripper, or somebody with a flourish at each end of his name?" "Somebody worth while.
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