Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 5, 2025
This was the cry of honesty; not the counsel of a casuist. "I also should be silent," Lecoq at last replied; "and it seems to me that, in holding my tongue, I should not fail in my duty as a magistrate." On hearing these words, Tabaret rubbed his hands together, as he always did when he was about to present some overwhelming argument. "I don't know; I can't say now.
I have held these letters in my hands, I have read them; Claudine particularly wished me to keep them, why did I not do so?" No! there was no hope on that side, and old Tabaret knew so better than any one. It was these very letters, no doubt, that the assassin of La Jonchere wanted. He had found them and had burnt them with the other papers, in the little stove.
Naturally, I strove to reassure him; I boasted of my situation, and explained to him at some length, that, while I earned the means for living, he should want for nothing; and, to commence, I insisted that henceforth we should live together. No sooner said than done, and during twenty years I was encumbered with the old " "What! you repent of your admirable conduct, M. Tabaret?"
Father Absinthe hastened to obey; and as soon as the books were brought, M. Tabaret began turning the pages with an eager hand, like a person seeking some word in a dictionary. "Esbayron," he muttered, "Escars, Escayrac, Escher, Escodica at last we have it Escorval! Listen attentively, my boy, and you will be enlightened." This injunction was entirely unnecessary.
"Within an hour, sir, you shall have them," replied Noel. And he retired, after having warmly expressed his gratitude to the investigating magistrate. Had he been less preoccupied, the advocate might have perceived at the end of the gallery old Tabaret, who had just arrived, eager and happy, like a bearer of great news as he was.
The legitimate son exists; and he it is who sends me. I kept my eyes on his while speaking, and I saw there a passing gleam of fury. For a moment I thought he was about to spring at my throat. He soon recovered himself. 'The letters, said he in a short tone. I handed them to him." "How!" cried old Tabaret, "these letters, the true ones? How imprudent!" "And why?"
But before we part I'll give you a light to find your way with. Do you know who that witness is that I've brought?" "No; but tell me, my good M. Gevrol." "Well, that fellow on the bench there, who is waiting for M. Daburon, is the husband of the victim of the La Jonchere tragedy!" "Is it possible?" exclaimed old Tabaret, perfectly astounded.
Through trying so much to mitigate the pain of death, it has now become little more than a joke, and might be abolished altogether. The certainty of confounding Noel, of delivering him up to justice, of taking vengeance upon him, alone kept old Tabaret up. "It is clear," he murmured, "that the wretch forgot his things at the railway station, in his haste to rejoin his mistress.
"What a fine fellow Noel is!" murmured old Tabaret, as he regained his apartments as quietly as possible. He had been absent from home twenty-four hours; and he fully expected a formidable scene with his housekeeper. Mannette was decidedly out of temper, and declared once for all, that she would certainly seek a new place if her master did not change his conduct.
They set out together; and naturally the crime which had been discovered, and with which they were mutually preoccupied, formed the subject of their conversation. "Shall we, or shall we not, ascertain the antecedents of this woman!" repeated old Tabaret. "All depends upon that now!" "We shall ascertain them, if the grocer's wife has told the truth," replied M. Daburon.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking