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"Of course, sir, of course, but am I to say nothing to the Count?" "He is away, I know not where. I desire the secret to be kept punctiliously." "Yes, sir, on one condition." "A condition? And what may that be?" "It is that, like your father, you will call me Mamma Caraman not Madame!" Sanselme rushed from the Maison Vollard. He seemed half wild with grief and rage. Where was he going?
"She told me all, but I swore never to reveal it to any one." "And she believed in the oath of a convict?" "I have kept it, at all events." "You are a hero! But you can, at least, tell me the name." "No," answered Sanselme, with energy. "You are planning some new villainy. I shall not tell you!" Benedetto laughed. "You must think me very simple. I merely wished to test your memory.
She had been out but twice, once to the charitable fête, when she sang and met with such success, and the second time was that same night. Sanselme asked if Jane's mind could be affected. Could insanity come on thus suddenly? There was a secret in Jane's life, and he himself had seen her only a few hours before overcome with grief. Sanselme went up and down the Champs Elysées for an hour.
And Bobichel threw Sanselme over his shoulder as easily as if he had been a bag of meal, while Fanfar took the woman. They stopped at a small house not far from the Quai; every blind was closed; Fanfar uttered a peculiar cry. "Is that you?" asked a woman's voice. "Myself," answered Fanfar. The door opened, and presently the two bodies were laid on the floor. Fanfar took a lamp and looked at them.
While Goutran was thus impatiently questioning the man, a carriage stopped, from which descended Fanfar, Sanselme, Coucon and Madame Caraman. "Ah! Monsieur Goutran!" exclaimed Fanfar, "I have just been to your rooms, and am thankful to meet you here. I am anxious to consult with you." "You know, then, what is going on?" cried Goutran.
He returned in twenty minutes, and met the mistress of the house on the street, where she was waiting. "Look here!" she said; "I don't like all this in my house, and I am going to bundle Zelda off to the Hospital. I don't want her to die here." Sanselme hardly heard her. "Tell me," he said, hastily, "what this woman's name is." "That is easy enough; I have her papers.
A son had killed his mother, and then departed, carrying with him a large sum of money. Bad as was Sanselme, he shuddered at this terrible crime. He had aided in Benedetto's escape with the hope of receiving part of the money, but he repulsed the blood-stained hand that offered it. "Be off with you or I will kill you!" he cried, and Benedetto fled.
"We must look at this," he said. The letter was only a few lines of thanks written to the young girl by Goutran, when she consented to sing at his soirée. The note began with the words "Miss Jane!" "Miss Jane!" cried Fanfar, a sudden recollection flashing over him. To this cry there was a response. The door opened, and Sanselme tottered in. "Jane! Jane! Did you say Jane?"
He understood it. It came from his pursuer, who was now near enough to see that his prey had escaped him. He was right. Sanselme had not lost sight of Benedetto, and had felt sure of catching him; but he had been struck on the shoulder by a piece of floating wood. The pain was excessive, and he lost his power of swimming. In this moment Benedetto escaped him.
"Now listen to me," said Maslenes. "Why are you here? Go your way, and let me go mine. I am doing my best to repair the evil that I have committed in my life. I do not interfere with you, and I only ask that you shall leave me alone. You call yourself Fagiano, and my name is Maslenes. Now, go." The other sneered: "You have become very haughty, convict Sanselme."
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