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M. Domini's slight shrug of the shoulders did not escape the detective, but he calmly continued: "More; I am sure that Monsieur Domini will not permit me to leave his cabinet without a warrant to arrest Count Hector de Tremorel, whom at present he thinks to be dead." "Possibly," said M. Domini. "Proceed."
M. de Tremorel had a hundred thousand crowns, the remains of a colossal fortune saved by his friend Sauvresy; and his wife by the marriage contract made over a half million to him. A man can live in ease anywhere on eight hundred thousand francs. Besides, the count was master of all the funds of the estate. He could sell, buy, realize, borrow, deposit, and draw funds at will."
"I have a little fear of Laurence's future," said she at last. "Bah! Why?" "I only say what I've heard you say. You told me that Monsieur Tremorel has been a libertine, a gambler, a prodigal " "All the more reason for trusting him. His past follies guarantee his future prudence. He has received a lesson which he will not forget. Besides, he will love his wife." "How do you know?"
A friend not he with the package is charged, without knowing the reason for it, with the task of watching you. Mark well what I say if either of you should disappear for eight days, on the ninth, the man who has the package would receive a letter which would cause him to resort at once to the police." Yes, he had foreseen all, and Tremorel, who had already thought of flight, was overwhelmed.
Monsieur de Tremorel murdered his wife on Wednesday night. I am a detective and I have a warrant to arrest him." He thought this terrible charge would overwhelm Laurence; he was mistaken. She was thunderstruck, but she stood firm. The crime horrified her, but it did not seem to her entirely improbable, knowing as she did the hatred with which Hector was inspired by Bertha.
She hastened to bring him a glass of wine, which he emptied and handed back to her. "There wasn't any poison in it, was there?" he asked. This ghastly question and the smile which accompanied it, melted Bertha's callousness; remorse had already taken possession of her, as her disgust of Tremorel increased. "Poison?" she cried, eagerly, "never!"
As well as you, my friends, more than you I cherished and esteemed the noble Count de Tremorel, and his virtuous wife. We mourn them together " "I assure you," said Dr. Gendron to M. Plantat, "that the symptoms you describe are not uncommon after pleurisy. From the acute state, the inflammation passes to the chronic state, and becomes complicated with pneumonia."
"She had gone to secrete the manuscript in some safe place; and when her new husband asked her to give it up to him, she replied, 'Look for it." "Sauvresy had enjoined on me to give it only into her hands." "Oh, he knew how to work his revenge. He had it given to his wife so that she might hold a terrible arm against Tremorel, all ready to crush him.
"He keeps quiet, because he hasn't been able to get up a plausible story." "No, no; believe me, he isn't trying to get up one. In my opinion, Guespin is a victim; that is, I suspect Tremorel of having set an infamous trap for him, into which he has fallen, and in which he sees himself so completely caught that he thinks it useless to struggle.
And the Count de Tremorel had a wholesome fear of ridicule. To suffocate himself, at Belleville, with a grisette, how dreadful! He almost rudely pushed Jenny's arms away, and repulsed her. "Enough of that sort of thing," said he, in his careless tone. "What you say, child, is all very pretty, but utterly absurd. A man of my name dies, and doesn't choke."
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