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While Saniel spoke, the commissioner threw a glance about the room the glance of the police, which takes in everything. "The safe is open," he said. "The affair becomes clear; the assassination was followed by theft." There was a door opposite to the entrance, which the commissioner opened; it was that of Caffie's bedroom.
Saniel thanked him as if he believed in the perfect sincerity of this spontaneous proposition. "I like the young, and whenever an occasion presents itself, I shall be happy to introduce you to my clientage. For Madame Dammauville, when can you go with me to see her?" As Saniel appeared to hesitate, Balzajette, mistaking the cause of his silence, persisted. "She is impatient," he said.
It was an old house where Caffie lived, and had been formerly a private hotel; it was composed of two wings, one on the street, the other on an inside court. A porte cochere gave access to this court, and under its roof, near the staircase, was the concierge's lodge. Saniel knocked at the door in vain; it was locked and would not open.
It had to be trimmed, modified, three or four toilets made of one gown; but, however ingenious Phillis might be in arranging several yards of tulle or gauze, she could not make combinations indefinitely. And besides, they did not please Saniel; they were too simple. He liked lace, beads, flowers, something shining and glittering, such as he saw other women wear.
To be pitied by his concierge! This was too much. "It is not as he told you," he replied, haughtily. "So much the better. I am glad for you and for me. You can pay my little bill." "Give it to me." "I have given it to you twice already, but I have a copy. Here it is." To be sued by a creditor paralyzed Saniel; he was stunned, crushed, humiliated, and could only answer stupidly.
Undoubtedly you think that, pushed by my distress, and seeing that I shall be lost forever, I shall decide to accept this marriage to save myself." "Can you suppose such a thing, my dear sir?" Caffie cried. But Saniel stopped him.... "The calculation is too natural for you not to have made it. Well, I must tell you that it is false. Never will I lend myself to such a bargain.
When she received a letter, she carried it immediately to Saniel, and then to Nougarede; and, at the same time, on all sides, in Paris, among those who had held relations with her brother, she sought for testimony that should prove to the jury that he could not be the man that his accusers believed him.
Glady resigned himself to the inevitable, and was as polite as he could be in the circumstances. "I await your pleasure," he said in a gracious tone, that was a contrast to his former one. Saniel, who was in such a hurry a few moments before, now silently walked by Glady, whose eyes were on the shining asphalt pavement. At last he spoke.
Crozat concurred with Brigard, and advised Saniel to see Nougarede the day after to-morrow. "In the morning, because after the Palais, Nougarede will be at his wedding, which, as you know, prevents him from coming here this evening." "What! Nougarede married?" exclaimed Saniel, surprised that the favorite disciple gave this lie to the doctrine and examples of his master. "My God, yes!
His hat in his hand, he followed her into the dining-room without speaking, in order that his voice should not betray him. Then, after she had looked at him a moment, with uneasy surprise at first, she began to smile. "It is Doctor Saniel!" she cried. "Mon Dieu! How stupid of me not to recognize you; it changes you so much to be shaved! Pardon me."
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