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Updated: May 15, 2025
It was considered a nice attention. The repast was given in Polyte Cacheprune's inn.
"But," objected Polyte, "honest people have no occasion to pay up." Toto struck his glass so heavily on the table that it flew to shivers. "Will you let me speak?" said he. "Go on, go on, my boy," returned his friend. "Well, when I'm hard up for cash, I go into the Champs Elysees, and take a seat on one of the benches. From there I keep an eye on the cabs and see who gets out of them.
"Ah! don't speak of that man to me, m'sieur!" he exclaimed, "or I shall hurt somebody." And then, as if he felt it necessary to explain and excuse his vindictive exclamation, he added: "My father, Polyte Chupin, is a good-for-nothing scamp. And yet he's had his opportunities.
Skilful questioning, ingenious insinuations, forcible threats, and seductive promises had proved powerless to overcome the dogged spirit of absolute denial which persistently animated, not merely the prisoner May, but also the Widow Chupin, her son Polyte, Toinon the Virtuous, and Madame Milner.
And is it also true that it was found under my bed?" "What do you mean, the rabbit?" "The rabbit and then Polyte." "Yes, my poor Severin, quite true, but who told you?" "Pretty well everybody. I understand! And I suppose you know all about marriages, as you marry people?" "What about marriage?" "With regard to one's rights." "What rights?" "The husband's rights and then the wife's rights."
But Lecoq was always outwitted by Otto, the mysterious accomplice, who seemed to know his every movement in advance. At the morgue, at the Hotel de Mariembourg, with Toinon, the wife of Polyte Chupin, as well as with Polyte Chupin himself, Lecoq was just a little too late. Lecoq detected the secret correspondence between the prisoner and his accomplice.
The tears were rolling down Sylvestre's face. "My friends, we must not do this! You shall not do it!" He hurled away, with twice his natural strength, one who put out a hand. "No, sirs!" cried Raoul, "you shall not do it! I come from Honoré! Touch her who dares!" He drew a weapon. "Monsieur Innerarity," said 'Polyte, "who is Monsieur Honoré Grandissime?
"You have nothing to fear," said Lecoq, encouragingly, "and I promise you no one shall ever know that you have told me a word. Very probably you can tell me nothing more than I know already. I have heard a great deal about your former life, and the brutality with which Polyte and his mother have treated you."
We will say you had done the trick, and that I had twigged you. Do you know what I should go? Well, I would hunt up Polyte, and say quietly, 'Halves, old man, or I will split." "And I should give you a crack in the jaw," returned Polyte angrily. Forgetting his fine dress, Toto playfully put his thumb to his nose and extended his fingers. "You would not be such an ass," said he.
But it was a hard job, for the prisoner kicked out hard, and arched up his back across the bed. "Courage! courage! pull! pull!" Sénateur cried, and they pulled him with all their strength so that the wooden bar gave way, and he came out as far as his head; but at last they got that out also, and they saw the terrified and furious face of Polyte, whose arms remained stretched out under the bed.
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