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"I saw and heard all that you did." "And what do you think of the lad?" "I think that Daddy Tantaine is a man of observation and powerful will, and that he will mould this child between his fingers like wax." Dr.
"Take her to the station-house," said he, "and do not lose sight of her, for she will be a most important witness at a trial that must soon come on." "What the woman says is true," muttered Palot. "She did not know what she was doing, and it was Tantaine that gave her the two coins. He shall pay for this; but certainly, if the whole gang are collared, it won't bring the poor young fellow to life."
"Better, sir, ever so much better; I made him a lovely bowl of soup yesterday, and he drank up every drop of it. He looks like a real king this morning, and the doctor sent in a dozen of wine to-day, which will, I am sure, effect a perfect cure." With a smile and a nod Tantaine was making his way to the stairs, when Mother Brigaut prevented his progress.
"Well, what would you say?" "I should say that if she loves any one, it is not M. de Breulh." He endeavored to pass through the half-opened door, but the Count closed it violently. "You shall not leave this room," cried he, "until you have explained this insulting remark." "I had no intention of offending you," answered Tantaine humbly.
But every kind of agreeable existence comes to an end, and one day Daddy Tantaine entered the room, his face radiant with delight. "I have secured you the sweetest little nest in the world," cried he merrily. "It is not so fine as this, but more in accordance with your position." "Where is it?" asked Paul. Tantaine waited.
"Do not forget the address, Number 45, Rue Tour d'Auvergne, name of Andre, and mind and be there before eight a.m." The Count made a rush at him on hearing this last insult, but he was too late, for Tantaine slammed the door, and was in the hall before the infuriated master of the house could open it.
"What are you saying?" said he. "Simply that for the last three days a big chap with a harp on his back has been keeping her in view. I twigged him at once, and he too saw her go into the swell crib that you say belongs to that Duke." Tantaine pondered a little. "A street musician," muttered he. "I must find out all about this.
Beaumarchef was about to ask Tantaine to remain in the office while he went off to put on his best clothes, but the old man stopped this request by saying, "As M. Mascarin does not like to be disturbed, I will just go in without knocking. When the other gentlemen arrive, show them in; for look you here, my good friend, the pear is so ripe that if it is not plucked, it will fall to the ground."
"Don't leave that lad alone," said Tantaine; "I will see about him to-morrow; meanwhile prepare him a little." "I comprehend," answered Hortebise; "my kind regards to that dear fellow, Perpignan." This Perpignan was well known some people said too well known in Paris. His real name was Isidore Crocheteau, and he had started life as a cook in a Palais Royal restaurant.
"Yes," remarked Rose with a faint sigh; "but to do all that, we want a lot of money." "Well, how do you know that I can't find it?" Daddy Tantaine unbuttoned his great coat with grave deliberation, and drew from an inner pocket a small scrap of paper which had been fastened to the lining by a pin. This he unfolded with the greatest of care and laid upon the table.
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