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La Roulante was unchanged since the day when she and her lover discussed the assassination of Iron Jaws. "I have done well, have I not?" asked Robeccal, with a friendly tap on the massive shoulders of this monstrosity. "Her beauty is not marred, I hope?" she asked, anxiously. "I am not such a fool as that! But I am afraid that the handkerchief was too tight.
In the meantime, Arthur had thrown Frederic on the floor. Fernando endeavored to separate them, but they were no more amenable to reason than if they had been wild beasts. Pale and trembling, Francine leaned against the wall. Robeccal went to her. "Mademoiselle," he said, "this is not my fault. Why did you come up here?" "Why did I?" she repeated in agony.
They went to Belleville, which at that time was an excessively pretty place, as almost all the houses of any pretension had gardens and grounds. Robeccal had been extremely adroit in diverting suspicion and the observation of the people they encountered. He now knocked at a door in a wall half hidden by overhanging ivy. "Who is there?" called a woman's voice. "Robec and the kid," was the reply.
They passed through these until they reached another flight of stairs. Down these the girl ran, closely followed by Robeccal. They went out through a narrow alley. Suddenly, Francine heard a whistle, and she was seized, a handkerchief over her head stifled her cries, and she felt that she was being carried away by vigorous arms. "Well done!" said Robeccal, "and now for La Roulante!"
As soon as Talizac had left the lower floor, she turned to Robeccal. "And now we will make ourselves scarce!" Hardly had the door closed on their retreating forms than an angry cry rang through the house. Talizac rushed from Francine's room. The girl had disappeared. By what miracle had Francine vanished?
La Roulante sat as motionless as the Sphynx in the Desert. Gudel said to her, respectfully: "Are you coming?" The woman turned her eyes slowly upon him, and then, with a sniff of disdain, called for Robeccal, who heard the stentorian shout, but did not care to be disturbed in his contemplation of the spit on which the fowls were roasting.
"Who the devil could have supposed," the one said to the other, "that Fanfar would have been able to save Gudel. Such a tremendous weight!" While they were talking, Robeccal and La Roulante heard heavy steps on the stairs, and then a knock at Gudel's door. Robeccal started. He suddenly remembered the brief colloquy which he had had with the unknown who was in fact, Cyprien.
The door opened hastily, and Gudel appeared. "Gudel! Have you found Robeccal or La Roulante?" "They have vanished. They have been living in la Rue des Venaigrurs, but last night they announced that they were about to move." "And this is all you have discovered?" "All." "Then Gudel, I must tell you that this unfortunate creature I have in my arms is my mother, and Francine is my sister."
The Comte de Vernac can never say that the information on which he acted came from me, and without any trouble we shall get rid of the heir of Simon Fougère. Before these same judges, moreover, Labarre shall deliver the will, and tell the secret. Let no one see you and this Robeccal go away together." "Rely on me." Before many minutes, Robeccal and Cyprien started off together.
Robeccal was disgusted when he saw Francine go up-stairs. He felt that the ground was cut from under his feet, and that he was to lose the reward he had been promised. He stole partly up the stairs and listened.
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