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Updated: June 6, 2025
It must be concealed somewhere in Valfeuillu, and Tremorel, at least, did not find it." "It will not be found," said M. Plantat, quickly. "You think so?" "I am sure of it." M. Lecoq gazed intently at his companion, and simply said: "Ah!"
She no longer studied the emotions of her heart; she loved Tremorel, and confessed it to herself. In her eyes he realized the ideal of her dreams. At the same time she was exasperated to see in him no signs of love for her. Her beauty was not, then, irresistible, as she had often been told. He was gallant and courteous to her nothing more.
She had told him, "I will confess everything to Sauvresy, and we will be the more bound together by shame than by all the ceremonies of the church." This was surely the mode she would adopt to break a marriage which was so hateful to her; and Tremorel trembled at the idea of Sauvresy knowing all. "What would he do," thought he, "if Bertha told him?
He suddenly interrupted himself. A ray of intelligence had just illumined the abyss of despair into which he had fallen. "No," said he, "a young girl is not thus abandoned, when she has a dowry of a million, unless for some good reason. Love passes away; avarice remains. The infamous wretch was not free he was married. He could only be the Count de Tremorel. It is he who has killed my child."
To-morrow I shall give instructions to Doctor Gendron to proceed at once to an exhumation and autopsy of the late master of Valfeuillu." "And you may be sure that I shall find the poison," chimed in the doctor. "Very well," resumed M. Domini. "But does it necessarily follow that because Monsieur Tremorel poisoned his friend to marry his widow, he yesterday killed his wife and then fled?
If indeed trustfulness is foolishness, Sauvresy was indeed a fool, because he could be deceived under his own eyes, in his own house, because he had perfect faith in his wife and his friend. He suspected nothing, and every day he rejoiced that he had been able to keep Tremorel by him. He often repeated to his wife: "I am too happy." Bertha employed all her art to encourage these joyous illusions.
"But I am sure that Monsieur Tremorel shaved himself of that we have proof; then, we did not find the boots which, according to the valet, he put on the morning of the murder." "Softly, softly," interrupted the judge. "I don't pretend that you are absolutely wrong; it must be as you say; only I give you my objections. Let us admit that Tremorel killed his wife, that he fled and is alive.
"How can I ever repay your devotion?" Tremorel had not the strength to reply. "And that man knows all," thought he. "What courage! What fate can he be reserving for us?" The scene which was passing before Hector's eyes made his flesh creep.
The count and countess are alone at Valfeuillu. "They have gone to their bedroom. "The countess has seated herself at the table where tea has been served. The count, as he talks with her, paces up and down the chamber. "Madame de Tremorel has no ill presentiment; her husband, the past few days, has been more amiable, more attentive than ever.
Know that this Courtois, whom you think so obstinate, is really the most romantic of men, and an ambitious old fellow to boot. It would seem to him a grand good speculation to give his daughter to the Count Hector de Tremorel, cousin of the Duke of Samblemeuse, the relative of the Commarins, even though you hadn't a sou.
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