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Updated: June 18, 2025
"What particulars do you require, monsieur?" asked Prasville. "Everything that concerns the Marquis d'Albufex: the position of his family, the way in which he spends his time, his family connections, the properties which he owns in Paris and in the country."
And, when Clarisse hesitated, he added: "Oh, please, don't be afraid! The list belongs to you, and I will give it back to you. But you must understand that I cannot take the step in question without making certain." Clarisse consulted M. Nicole with a glance which did not escape Prasville. Then she said: "Here it is."
He watched the car move into the distance and then told the cabman to drive to a post-office, where he dispatched a telegram in these words: "M. Prasville, Prefecture de Police, Paris: "Person found. Will bring you document eleven o'clock to-morrow morning. Urgent communication. Clarisse and Lupin reached the station by half-past two.
M. Nicole drew his chair close to the desk, put his two elbows on the table, looked Prasville straight in the face and jeered: "So, M. Prasville, you know who I am and you have the assurance to play this game with me?" "I have that assurance," said Prasville, accepting the sneer without flinching.
But to Clarisse these topics mattered much less than did her anxiety as to the acts which must be performed to save her son; and she sat wrapped in her own thoughts and hardly listened to him. "Are you sure," she kept on repeating, "that you will succeed?" "Absolutely sure." "But Prasville is not in Paris." "If he's not there, he's at the Havre. I saw it in the paper yesterday.
Who was there that was capable of acting thus? Prasville started. The question had no sooner occurred to his mind than the answer flashed on him, with absolute certainty. All the proofs rose up, each more exact, each more convincing than the last. Hurriedly he rang. Hurriedly he sent for the chief detective-inspector on duty. And, feverishly: "Were you in the waiting-room, chief-inspector?"
Clarisse resumed her seat and, when she remained silent, Prasville said: "Speak, my friend, and speak quite frankly. I do not scruple to say that we wish to have that paper." "If it is only a wish," remarked Clarisse, whom Lupin had coached in her part down to the least detail, "if it is only a wish, I fear that we shall not be able to come to an arrangement."
Clarisse bent forward and, sinking her voice: "Will the answer be that of the Elysee?" Prasville appeared surprised. He reflected for a moment and then said: "Yes." "It only remains for me to ask you to give me your word of honour that, however incomprehensible my conditions may appear to you, you will not insist on my revealing the reason. They are what they are. Your answer must be yes or no."
Why not let Gilbert and Clarisse Mergy die? Why not lock up that idiot of a Lupin? Why not seize this unparalleled piece of fortune by the forelock?" He bent toward Prasville and, very softly, in a friendly and confidential tone, said: "Don't do that, my dear sir, don't do it." "And why not?" "It is not to your interest, believe me." "Really!" "No.
"Well, my friend, it seems to me that our conversation is at an end. As you appear to think, as, in fact, you are certain that the president of the Republic will not consider the famous list of the Twenty-seven to be worth..." "Stay where you are," said Prasville. He turned the key in the door and began to pace the room, with his hands behind his back and his eyes fixed on the floor.
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