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Updated: June 5, 2025
Forget all; let us remain as we are and love one another!" M. Tabaret took Noel's hand, and pressed it. "Ah!" he said, "I recognise my generous boy." "If I have not done this, my friend, it is because I thought to myself, 'Once these letters destroyed, would he recognise me as his brother?" "Ah! very true."
Nothing now remained except to collect the different objects which would be useful for the prosecution, and might at a later period confound the culprit. Old Tabaret examined with extreme care the dead woman's finger-nails; and, using infinite precaution, he even extracted from behind them several small particles of kid.
As for old Tabaret, he was a long time recovering himself, his strength was almost exhausted. For more than a minute, he could not catch his breath. They were soon on the Boulevards. He stood up in the cab leaning against the driver's seat. "I don't see the brougham anywhere," he said. "Oh, I see it all right, sir. But it is drawn by a splendid horse!" "Yours ought to be a better one.
Such was not Lecoq's opinion, however. "Well, yes, Monsieur Tabaret," said he, "the idea did occur to me; but I drove it away." "And why, if you please?" "Because because " "Because you would not believe in the logical sequence of your premises; but I am consistent, and I say that it seems impossible the murderer arrested in the Widow Chupin's drinking den should be the Duc de Sairmeuse.
I cannot bear the thought of this terrible injustice! How it is to be prevented, I do not know: but rest assured I shall find a way. It is to him who is the most desired, the most cherished, the most beloved, that the greater fortune should come; and come to him it shall, for I so will it." "From where is that letter dated?" asked old Tabaret.
Old Tabaret did not consider himself defeated, because he had been repulsed by the investigating magistrate, already irritated by a long day's examination. You may call it a fault, or an accomplishment; but the old man was more obstinate than a mule.
Have not many men done just such insane things for women, without ceasing to be honest? As he was about to enter his house, a whirlwind of silk, lace, and velvet, stopped the way. A pretty young brunette came out and jumped as lightly as a bird into the blue brougham. Old Tabaret was a gallant man, and the young woman was most charming, but he never even looked at her.
Old Tabaret had on his side only a subtle theory, mere words; M. Daburon possessed palpable testimony, facts. And such was the peculiarity of the case, that all the reasons brought forward by the old man to justify Albert simply reacted against him, and confirmed his guilt.
"Madame Gerdy has suffered a severe shock in learning from a paragraph in this newspaper that a woman in whom she takes a strong interest has been assassinated." "Ah!" replied old Tabaret. The old fellow was in a fever of embarrassment. He wanted to question Noel, but was restrained by the fear of revealing the secret of his association with the police.
A cloud of anxiety spread itself like a veil over his beaming countenance. "Noel here," he repeated. Then he timidly added: "And does he know?" "Nothing," replied M. Daburon. "I had no need of mentioning your name. Besides, had I not promised absolute secrecy?" "Ah, that's all right," cried old Tabaret. "And what do you think sir, of Noel?"
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