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Updated: May 7, 2025
"Do you like the front or the back of the train?" "The back by choice." "First-class, isn't it?" "Yes, first-class." The porter, who had stopped a moment, picked up the heavy valise again. "Then there isn't any choice. There are only two first-class carriages on the slow train, and they are both in the middle." "They are corridor carriages, I suppose?" said Etienne Rambert.
M. Etienne Rambert sat with his head between his hands, wrapped in thought; there was a short silence before the unhappy father replied: "Unfortunately there is evidence against you," he said at last; "and damning evidence, too!" he added with a glance at his son that seemed to pulverise him. "Terrible evidence!
And as the magistrate looked at him in surprise he went on: "I gather from your expression that you have not. Well, sir, if you will kindly fill up a warrant we will arrest M. Charles Rambert." Juve briefly repeated to the magistrate what the sergeant had reported to him, and the sergeant added a few further details.
Charles Rambert murmured it over. "Jérôme Fandor! Yes, you are right, it sounds well." Juve pushed him out of the door. "Well, Jérôme Fandor, leave me to my slumbers, and go and rig yourself out, and get ready for the new life that I'm going to open up for you!"
Thérèse shook hands warmly with M. Rambert and thanked him prettily. "Grandmamma is very well; she told me to tell you to excuse her if she did not come to meet you, but her doctor says she must not get up very early." "Of course your grandmamma is excused, my dear. Besides, I have to thank her for her kindness to Charles, and for the hospitality she is going to extend to me for a few days."
In vain did he try to banish from his mind the words spoken during the evening by President Bonnet. In imagination Charles Rambert saw all manner of sinister and dramatic scenes, crimes and murders: hugely interested, intensely curious, craving for knowledge, he was ever trying to concoct plots and unravel mysteries.
Listen to me: I have a dreadful confession to make!" Juve drew his chair close to M. Etienne Rambert. "I am listening," he said gently, and M. Etienne Rambert began his "dreadful confession." Society had mustered in force at the Cahors Law Courts, where the Assizes were about to be held.
For a few minutes M. Rambert remained silent, as if absorbed in somewhat melancholy reflections. But he soon recovered himself and shook off the tender sadness evoked in his mind by memories of the past. "Why, the park enclosure has been altered," he exclaimed. "Here is a wall which used not to be here: there was only a hedge." Thérèse laughed. "I never knew the hedge," she said.
This is the last thing I have to say: "The man who has been capable of assuming in turn the guise of Gurn, and of Etienne Rambert, and of the man of fashion at the Royal Palace Hotel: who has had the genius to devise and to accomplish such terrible crimes in incredible circumstances, and to combine audacity with skill, and a conception of evil with a pretence of respectability; who has been able to play the Proteus eluding all the efforts of the police; this man, I say, ought not to be called Gurn!
"We have just identified Gurn with Rambert and proved that Rambert-Gurn is guilty of the Beltham and Langrune murders, and the robbery from Mme. Van den Rosen and Princess Sonia Danidoff. There remains the murder of the steward, Dollon.
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