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After all there was nothing surprising in the fact that a man of the world, such as he supposed May to be, should know the day set aside by the Duc de Sairmeuse for the reception of his friends. The young detective had nothing more to expect from Couturier. He thanked him, and after shaking hands with the superintendent, walked away, leaning on Father Absinthe's arm.
"In sober earnest, what are you talking about?" he asked, petulantly. "I say that if there is someone at the Hotel de Sairmeuse named Camille, I have the proof I desire. Come, Papa Absinthe, let us hurry on." And without another word of explanation, he dragged his companion rapidly along. When they reached the Rue de Crenelle, Lecoq saw a messenger leaning against the door of a wine-shop.
He has entirely forfeited my esteem. Sairmeuse has sold his estate of Gondresy, one of the finest in the north of France. He has cut down the timber, and put up to auction the old chateau, a princely dwelling, which is to be converted into a sugar refinery; all this for the purpose, as he says, of raising money to increase his income!"
Ah! they shall have my last drop of blood first!" "I do not say but " "But what? Is it any fault of ours that the nobles fled to foreign lands? We have not stolen their lands, have we? The government offered them for sale; we bought them, and paid for them; they are lawfully ours." "That is true; but Monsieur de Sairmeuse is the great friend of the king."
I had thought of what you now say, but I distrusted myself, and I wanted to hear you say it yourself." Then with an imperious gesture, he added: "Now, I know what I have to do." Old Tabaret raised his hands toward heaven with every sign of intense dismay. "Unhappy man!" he exclaimed; "do you think of going to arrest the Duc de Sairmeuse! Poor Lecoq!
In contempt of all human laws and the commonest rules of justice, the presidency of this tribunal of vengeance and of hatred had been bestowed upon the Duc de Sairmeuse. And he had accepted it he who was at the same time to play the part of participant, witness, and judge. The other members of the commission were military men.
The former ploughboy slumbered in the bed of the Ducs de Sairmeuse; he ate from the massive plate, graven with their coat-of-arms; he received his visitors in the magnificent salon in which the Ducs de Sairmeuse had received their friends in years gone by. To those who had known him in former days, M. Lacheneur had become unrecognizable. He had adapted himself to his lofty station.
When the Marquis de Sairmeuse became convinced that Lacheneur's daughter would never be his, he poisoned her that she might not belong to another." Any attempt to convince Jean of the folly of his accusation would have been vain at that moment. No proofs would have convinced him. He would have closed his eyes to all evidence.
"I must speak to the duke at once, on matters connected with the revolt." "The duke is absent." "I came to make a revelation." The servant's manner suddenly changed. "In that case follow me, Mademoiselle." She followed him up the stairs and through two or three rooms. At last he opened a door, saying, "enter." She went in. It was not the Duc de Sairmeuse who was in the room, but his son, Martial.
"Then," said Martial, with some hesitation, "then it is Jean who is a prisoner." "My brother is in safety. If he survives his wounds he will escape all attempts at capture." From white the Marquis de Sairmeuse had turned as red as fire. By Marie-Anne's manner he saw that she knew of the duel. He made no attempt to deny it; but he tried to excuse himself.
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