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"But how could the accomplice have known of the existence of this permit?" he asked after a pause. "Oh, nothing could be easier, sir," replied Lecoq. "When the Widow Chupin and the accomplice had that interview at the station-house near the Barriere d'Italie, they both realized the necessity of warning Polyte.
"And how long will it take us to get in to the plantation of Monsieur Edouard, above, there?" "'Ow long?" "Yes." "H'I'll could not said, Monsieur. Maybe three four day 'sais pas." "Holy Mackinaw!" I remarked, sotto voce. "Pardon?" remarked 'Polyte respectfully. "Le Machinaw que-est-que-ce-que-est, ca?" "It is my patron saint, 'Polyte," I explained, and he crossed himself for his mistake.
If I had seen him, I should have made him eat it raw, skin and flesh, without a drop of cider to wash it down. But as for saying who it is, I cannot, although I believe it is that good-for-nothing Polyte."
I said to Polyte: 'Supposing we drink a glass of cognac to warm ourselves? He agreed. But this cognac, it sets you on fire, so that we had to go back to the cider. But by going from chills to heat and heat to chills, I saw that I was in the nineties. Polyte was not far from his limit." The door opened and Melie appeared.
"Of course I do." "Oh! Then just tell me, M'sieu Cacheux, has my wife the right to go to bed with Polyte?" "What, to go to bed with Polyte?" "Yes, has she any right before the law, and, seeing that she is my wife, to go to bed with Polyte?" "Why, of course not, of course not." "If I catch him there again, shall I have the right to thrash him and her also?" "Why why why, yes."
But as soon as the last franc had been spent, Polyte left his wife, and complacently resumed his former life of idleness, thieving, and debauchery. When at times he returned home, it was merely with the view of robbing his wife of what little money she might have saved in the mean while; and periodically she uncomplainingly allowed him to despoil her of the last penny of her earnings.
He opened the hat-trunk, produced an antiquated beaver with a gold cord, and surveyed it with a covetousness that was admirably feigned. For 'Polyte was an actor. "M'ssieurs, to own such a hat were a patent of nobility. Am I bid twenty livres?" There was a loud laughter, and he was bid four.
The long drive in Father Papillon's cab was not a fruitless one. The secretary of the commissary of police for the thirteenth arrondissement informed Lecoq that Polyte Chupin's wife lived with her child, in the suburbs, in the Rue de la Butte-aux-Cailles. He could not indicate the precise number, but he described the house and gave them some information concerning its occupants.
His wife gave birth to a child, and Mme. de Sairmeuse must pay for the baptism as she had paid for the wedding, only too happy that Chupin did not require her to stand as godmother to little Polyte. He had entertained this idea at first. On two occasions Mme. Blanche accompanied her husband to Vienna and to London, whither he went charged with important diplomatic missions.
What with his attire, his affected jaunty step, his alternate raising of either shoulder, and his way of holding his cigarette and of ejecting a stream of saliva from between his teeth, Polyte Chupin, had he been at liberty, would undoubtedly have proffered a paw, and greeted this barriere beauty as a "pal."
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