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Updated: May 15, 2025
"And you say your family decline to accept the assistance of the police in their endeavors to bring the killer of your uncle to justice?" asked some Américain or other of 'Polyte Grandissime. "'Sir, mie fam'lie do not want to fetch him to justice! neither Palmyre! We are goin' to fetch the justice to them! And sir, when we cannot do that, sir, by ourselves, sir, no, sir! no police!"
When he saw the mayor, he got up, took off his cap, and said: "Good-morning, Maitre Cacheux"; and then he remained standing, timid and embarrassed. "What do you want?" the former said. "This is it, monsieur. Is it true that somebody stole one of your rabbits last week?" "Yes, it is quite true, Severin." "Who stole the rabbit?" "Polyte Ancas, the laborer." "Right! right!
"But there is no novelty in this; it is only blackmail after all." "I never said it wasn't; but it is blackmailing perfected into a system." As Toto made this reply he hammered on the table, calling for more drink. "But," remarked Polyte, with an air of disappointment, "you don't get chances every day, and the business is often a precious poor one. You can't always be seeing chaps prigging boots."
After ten years' privation and constant toil, she had managed to amass, sou by sou, the sum of three thousand francs. Then her evil genius threw Polyte Chupin across her path. She fell in love with this dissipated, selfish rascal; and he married her for the sake of her little hoard. As long as the money lasted, that is, for some three or four months, matters went on pleasantly enough.
Behind 'Polyte came two rotund little men perspiring freely, and laden down with various articles, a bird-cage with two yellow birds, a hat-trunk, an inlaid card box, a roll of scarlet cloth, and I know not what else. They deposited these on the grass beside the barrel, which 'Polyte had set on end and proceeded to mount, encouraged by the shouts of his friends, who pressed around the barrel.
But it was a hard job, for the prisoner kicked out hard, and arched up his back under the bed. "Courage! courage! pull! pull!" Senateur cried, and they pulled him with all their strength, so that the wooden slat 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.
"At last," thought he, "I have a clue that may lead me to the truth. What kind of man is he?" he asked with intense anxiety. "Oh! he is not at all like the other men who come to drink at my mother-in-law's shop. I have only seen him once; but I remember him perfectly. It was on a Sunday. He was in a cab. He stopped at the corner of the waste ground and spoke to Polyte.
We know how he managed to have an interview with the Widow Chupin, but how has he succeeded in getting at Polyte, who is in prison, closely watched?" The young detective's insinuation, vague as it was, did not escape M. Segmuller. "What do you mean?" asked the latter, with an air of mingled surprise and indignation. "You can't suppose that one of the keepers has been bribed?"
The whole scene had been so brief that M. Segmuller was still forming the order for Toinon to be removed from the room, when he found the door closed again, and himself and Goguet alone with Polyte. "Ah, ah!" thought the smiling clerk, in a flutter of delight, "this is something new."
'Polyte, the pilot, stood, cap in hand, and asked me to one side. "Pardon, Monsieur," said he, "but those gentilhommes those fat one ees eet she'll was Monsieur Davelson who'll H'I'll got letter on heem from those lighthouse, heem?" "Why, yes, 'Polyte the letter you said would take four days to get to New Orleans." 'Polyte smiled sheepishly. "He'll wouldn't took four days now, Monsieur!
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