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I knew from himself that Bonaparte had charged him to recover the twenty-five millions which M. le préfet Fourier had placed in the Comte de Cambray's charge." "Why did you not warn the Comte then?" queried St. Genis, who, still mistrustful, glowered at his antagonist. "Would he have listened to me, think you?" asked the other with a quiet smile.
"There you are, Monsieur," she said. M. Desmalions turned to the examining magistrate. "Have you the apple found in the garden?" "Here, Monsieur le Préfet." M. Desmalions put the two apples side by side. And those who crowded round him, anxiously looking on, all uttered one exclamation. The two marks of teeth were identical. Identical!
When houses and hotels were being blown to bits by naval guns, thirty-five kilometres away, the daily life of the family went on as if in peace. As a man, the Préfet longed to send his wife and children far away. As a servant of France he thought best to let them stop, to "set an example of calmness." And if they had been bidden to go, they would still have stayed.
"At any rate, he will act as though he did, won't you, Weber?" The deputy chief uttered a few grunts which might be taken as an expression of assent; and Don Luis at once exclaimed: "In that case, Monsieur le Préfet, I am sure of gaining the victory and of gaining it in accordance with the wishes and requirements of the authorities."
"I will answer your question, Monsieur le Préfet, to the best of my ability." "Here it is, then: Supposing that there were at this moment in the safe an object of some kind, a jewel, let us say, a diamond out of a tie pin, and that this diamond had come from a tie pin which belonged to somebody whom we knew, somebody who had spent the night in this house, what would you think of the coincidence?"
Corentin very skilfully made the head of the General Police take the first steps; and the Prefet de Police a propos to Peyrade, informed his chief that the appellants in that affair had been in fact the Comte de Serizy and Lucien de Rubempre. "We have it!" cried Peyrade and Corentin. The two friends had laid plans in a moment.
"Where do you purpose to remain, sir?" said the préfet, as he concluded a lengthened and searching scrutiny of my appearance. "In Paris," I replied, briefly. "In Paris, I suppose," said he, with a slight derisive curl of the lip, "of that I should think there can be little doubt; but I wished to ascertain more accurately your address, in what part of the city."
However, since you know that I am the writer, I am prepared to answer your questions." M. Desmalions continued, with a glance at Florence: "I will first ask you, Reverend Mother, if you know this young lady?" "Yes, Monsieur le Préfet. Florence was with us for six months as a nurse, a few years ago. She gave such satisfaction that I was glad to take her back this day fortnight.
Marie in her heart of hearts wished that he was not half so beautiful, as then her chance of having him might be greater. "And the company are all talking to him as though he were the prefet," said the girl. "Never mind who is talking to him," said Marie; "go away, and leave me you are wanted for your work." Why before this was he not talking to her? Why not, if he were really true to her?
Nevertheless, when he realized that the newcomer was none other than the Prefect of Police, he raised his head and looked at M. Desmalions, who asked him: "It is unnecessary to tell you the cause of your arrest, I presume?" He replied, in a deferential tone: "Excuse me, Monsieur le Préfet, but I must ask you, on the contrary, to inform me. I have not the least idea of the reason.
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