Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 5, 2025
"If he says this," thought the young detective, "it must indeed be so." This discretion made a great impression on old Tabaret, and increased the esteem he had conceived for Lecoq. "The first time that you were lacking in discretion," said he, "was when you tried to discover the owner of the diamond earring found at the Poivriere." "I made every effort to discover the last owner."
Both find themselves enceinte at the same time, and his feelings towards the two infants about to be born, are not at all concealed. Towards the end one almost sees peeping forth the germ of the idea which later on he will not be afraid to put into execution, in defiance of all law human or divine!" He was speaking as though pleading the cause, when old Tabaret interrupted him.
"I know, dear M. Tabaret, that he must have money. I am acquainted with an illustrious bibliomaniac who may be able to read, but who is most certainly unable to sign his own name." "This is very likely. I, too, can read; and I read all the books I bought. I collected all I could find which related, no matter how little, to the police.
This indifference, this cold disdain, amazed old Tabaret, accustomed as he was to the affectionate relations always existing between mother and son. "For heaven's sake, Noel," said he, "calm yourself. Do not allow yourself to be overcome by a feeling of irritation. You have, I see, some little pique against your mother, which you will have forgotten to-morrow.
The old detective, who knew everybody, was well acquainted with the worthy banker. He had even done business with him once, when collecting books. He stopped him and said: "Halloa! you old crocodile, you have clients, then, in my house?" "So it seems," replied Clergeot dryly, for he does not like being treated with such familiarity. "Ah! ah!" said old Tabaret.
"Better than that," answered the old fellow, smiling with pleasure. "Speak quickly!" "I know the culprit!" Old Tabaret ought to have been satisfied; he certainly produced an effect. The magistrate bounded in his bed. "Already!" said he. "Is it possible?" "I have the honour to repeat to you, sir," resumed the old fellow, "that I know the author of the crime of La Jonchere."
They had received orders to obey M. Tabaret, and the old fellow guided them in their search, made them ransack drawers and closets, and move the furniture to look underneath or behind.
"You wished, sir, to speak with me?" she inquired, bowing gracefully. "Madame," replied M. Tabaret, "I am a friend of Noel Gerdy's, I may say his best friend, and " "Pray sit down, sir," interrupted the young woman. She placed herself on a sofa, just showing the tips of her little feet encased in slippers matching her dressing-gown, while the old man sat down in a chair.
Only then did M. Daburon seem to be vaguely aware of the lapse of time. It was nearly three o'clock in the morning. "Goodness!" cried he; "why, old Tabaret is waiting for me. I shall probably find him asleep." But M. Tabaret was not asleep. He had noticed the passage of time no more than the magistrate.
The advocate appeared to hesitate. "Go, my son," advised M. Tabaret; "do not be merciless, only bigots have that right." Noel arose with visible reluctance, and passed into Madame Gerdy's sleeping apartment. "Poor boy!" thought M. Tabaret when left alone. "What a fatal discovery! and how he must feel it. Such a noble young man! such a brave heart!
Word Of The Day
Others Looking