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He led the lad into a small waiting-room, and as Charles Rambert obediently stretched himself upon the sofa, Juve looked at the pale and nervous and completely silent boy, and said with even greater gentleness: "There, go to sleep; sleep quietly, and presently " Juve left the room, and called a man to whom he gave an order in a low tone. "Stay with that gentleman, please.
Alice Rambert, wife of Etienne Rambert, the rubber merchant. She has been under my care for nearly ten months. When she came here she was in the last stage of debility and anæmia and suffered from the most characteristic hallucination of all: she thought that assassins were all round her. I have built up her physical system, and now I have cured her mind.
Charles Rambert sat silent for some minutes, musing on the odd chance of destiny which required him to make his own return to normal life contingent on the arrest of a mysterious criminal, who was merely suspected, and had never been seen nor discovered. "What do you advise me to do?" he asked presently. The detective got up and began to pace the room.
"So, on the night of the crime the only persons sleeping in the château were Mme. de Langrune, her granddaughter Mlle. Thérèse, M. Charles Rambert and the two maids. Is that so?" "Yes, sir." "Then it does not seem likely that the crime was committed by anyone living in the château?"
"Will you let me accompany Charles to the station to-morrow morning? I will go to the eight o'clock mass on my way back." The Marquise looked at Charles Rambert. "Your father really is coming by the train that reaches Verrières at 6.55?" and when he assented she hesitated a moment before replying to Thérèse. "I think, dear, it would be better to let our young friend go alone to meet his father."
My mother insane?" And then he added hopelessly: "My God! You must be right! Often and often I have been amazed by her strange, puzzling looks and behaviour! But I I have all my proper senses: I know what I am doing!" "Was it, perhaps, some appalling hallucination," Etienne Rambert suggested: "some moment of irresponsibility?" But Charles saw what he meant and cut him short. "No, no, papa!
After having read all the newspapers, with their minute and often inaccurate account of the tragedy at Beaulieu for everyone in the château had been besieged the previous day by reporters and representatives of various press agencies M. Etienne Rambert said to his son simply, but with a marked gravity: "Let us go upstairs, my son: it is time."
Juve contemplated M. Etienne Rambert in silence for a few minutes, and then, without replying directly to his visitor's first question, asked him a question in that quiet voice of his, the wonderful indifferent tonelessness of which concealed the least clue to his inmost thoughts. "Why do you come to me, sir?" "To find out, sir," the old man answered. "To find out what?"
Obviously, if anyone could prove that Charles Rambert and the new cashier were one and the same person " But the young fellow understood the insinuation and burst out: "I did not commit that robbery!" "You did!" Etienne Rambert insisted: "you did. I read the newspaper accounts of the robbery, read them with all the agony that only a father like me with a son like you could feel.
He walked up and down the study considering what first step he should take to effect the purpose in view. Under the quickening influence of his irritation, an idea occurred to him, which, if it had only entered his mind the day before, might probably have proved the means of saving him from placing himself under an obligation to Mr. Rambert.
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