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Updated: September 29, 2025
Robeckal saw that the best thing he could do would be to come to the point at once, and grinning maliciously, he said: "Mademoiselle, would you like to earn some money?" "That depends go on." "Let me first speak about myself. I am an extra waiter. Do you know what that is?" "Yes, you assist in saloons on Sundays and holidays." "Right.
All four raged and cried in a horrible manner; one of them had broken a leg, the brigadier's sword had run into his left side, and two horses were so badly hurt that they had to be killed on the spot. "The devil take them!" cried Robeckal, who was looking about with his lantern to discover the cause of these accidents, "the scoundrels have drawn a net of thin cords from one tree to the other."
"Ha! ha! ha! Now the pigeon thaws yes, there is nothing like love," mocked the drunken woman. "Ah, the policemen won't let themselves be waited for; Robeckal and the others will look out for that." Caillette, horror-stricken, listened to the virago's words. Was she right, and were her father and Fanfaro in danger?
"Where are you bringing me to?" cried Louison in terror, as she saw the carriage take a wrong direction. "Keep still, my little pigeon," laughed Robeckal, "I am bringing you to a place where it will please you." Louison for a moment was speechless; she soon recovered herself, however, comprehended her position at a glance, hastily pulled down the carriage window, and cried aloud for help.
When Robeckal returned to the inn, Simon rushed in pale and trembling. He could hardly reply to the landlord's hurried questions; the words, "In the water the flood dead my poor master!" came from his trembling lips, and immediately afterward he sank to the floor unconscious. While Schwan was busy with him, the sound of a horse's hoofs was heard.
Suppose the vicomte, who had followed her all over, had at last found out where she lived? "Well, are you going to open?" cried Robeckal, becoming impatient. Hesitatingly Louison pushed back the bolt, and with a sigh of relief she saw Robeckal's face; no, that was not the vicomte. "H'm, mademoiselle, you thought perhaps that I was a beggar?" asked Robeckal, mockingly.
"'Twenty francs. "'Good, I said, 'I will ask her, and here I am." Louison had allowed Robeckal to finish. The man displeased her, but his offer was worth considering. Twenty francs! For the young girl the sum was a small fortune, and her heart ceased to beat when she thought of the many little comforts she could provide her protégée with it.
"If Robeckal had a hand in the affair then it can only be a scoundrelly one!" exclaimed Fanfaro, with a frown. "Do you know him?" "Unfortunately, yes; tell me what more do you know?" "Not much. The 'Marquise' lives with an old, poor crazy woman, who lost her reason and the use of her limbs at a fire. The young girl, whose name is Louison " "Louison?" cried Fanfaro, in affright.
If I knew that Louison were dead I would thank God on my knees, but it is terrible to think that she is in the power of that scoundrel. The fact that Robeckal has a hand in the affair stamps it at once as a piece of villany." "Robeckal is the vicomte's accomplice?" cried Girdel, springing up. "Oh, Fanfaro, why did you not say so at once? We must not lose a minute! Ah, now I understand all!
While the marquis and Simon were starting on their journey, Robeckal and Rolla had met on the country road as appointed, and in a long whispered conversation had made their plans. They both hated Girdel, Caillette, Fanfaro and Bobichel, and their idea was to kill both Girdel and Fanfaro that very evening. Caillette could be attended to afterward, and Bobichel was of no importance.
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