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Then the man, whom he called Planard, stretched my arms by my sides, and carefully arranged the frills at my breast and the folds of the shroud, and after that, taking his stand at the foot of the coffin made a survey which seemed to satisfy him.
"As this gentleman makes a difficulty about my attending the obsequies of my kinsman, I will ask you, Planard, to accompany the funeral in my stead." "In a few minutes;" answered the incorrigible Carmaignac. "I must first trouble you for the key that opens that press." He pointed direct at the press in which the clothes had just been locked up.
They were dragging something along the floor that made a continued boom and rumble, but they interposed between me and it, so that I could not see it until they had dragged it almost beside me; and then, merciful heaven! I saw it plainly enough. It was the coffin I had seen in the next room. It lay now flat on the floor, its edge against the chair in which I sat. Planard removed the lid.
He and the lady again came and looked at me anxiously for a while, in silence; and then the old Count began to grumble again about Planard, and to compare his watch with the clock. The lady seemed less impatient; she sat no longer looking at me, but across the room, so that her profile was toward me and strangely changed, dark and witch-like it looked.
"Well, my dear Eugenie? Well, child eh? Well, it all goes admirably?" "Yes," she answered, in a low, hard tone. "But you and Planard should not have left that door open." This she said sternly. "He went in there and looked about wherever he liked; it was fortunate he did not move aside the lid of the coffin." "Planard should have seen to that," said the Count, sharply. "Ma foi!
I must first say a word about myself. I was placed in a hot bath, under the direction of Planard, as consummate a villain as any of the gang, but now thoroughly in the interests of the prosecution. Thence I was laid in a warm bed, the window of the room being open. These simple measures restored me in about three hours; I should otherwise, probably, have continued under the spell for nearly seven.
Often, too often." The Count was evidently a good deal moved. "I mean the body?" The Count stole a quick glance at Planard. "N no, Monsieur that is, I mean only for a moment." Another quick glance at Planard. "But quite long enough, I fancy, to recognize him?" insinuated that gentleman. "Of course of course; instantly perfectly. What! Pierre de St. Amand? Not know him at a glance?
And so on and on till the gold was rapidly counted. Then came the notes. "Ten thousand francs. Write. Then thousand francs again. Is it written? Another ten thousand francs: is it down? Smaller notes would have been better. They should have been smaller. These are horribly embarrassing. Bolt that door again; Planard would become unreasonable if he knew the amount.
He unbolted the door, looked in the dark room beyond, and listened. He closed the door again and returned. The old man was in a fever of suspense. "I have kept ten thousand francs for Planard," said the Count, touching his waistcoat pocket. "Will that satisfy him?" asked the lady. "Why curse him!" screamed the Count. "Has he no conscience? I'll swear to him it's half the entire thing."
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