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Andermatt's card; it is he who now holds the correspondence and the evidence of the treachery of the Varin brothers." "Who is he?" I asked, impatiently. "The man who writes letters to the `Echo de France'.... Salvator! Have we not convincing evidence of that fact?
But they did not count on my husband, who came here on the night of 22 June, forced the safe, took what he was seeking, and left his card to inform the two brothers that he feared them no more, and that their positions were now reversed. Two days later, after reading the article in the `Gil Blas, Etienne Varin came here, remained alone in this room, found the safe empty, and....killed himself."
At Turin in the above-named year she exhibited a group in plaster, "Love Dominating Evil." She is especially successful in bas-relief portraits; one of these is of the Genoese sculptor, Santo Varin. She has also made a bust of Emanuele Filiberto; and in terra-cotta a bust of Oicetta Doria, the fifteenth-century heroine of Mitylene.
In a moment, Daspry was standing between the two men, facing Varin; he said to him, with a sneer: "You were lucky, my friend, very lucky. I fired at your hand and struck only the revolver." Both of them looked at him, surprised. Then he turned to the banker, and said: "I beg your pardon, monsieur, for meddling in your business; but, really, you play a very poor game. Let me hold the cards."
There was in Daspry's voice and manner a tone of authority that I did not understand; his manner was usually quite mild and conciliatory. Absolutely conquered, Varin placed his hand on one of his pockets, and said: "The papers are here." "All of them?" "Yes." "All that you took from Louis Lacombe and afterwards sold to Major von Lieben?" "Yes." "Are these the copies or the originals?"
The safe and sound and whole of limb travelled faster than those who had lost arms and legs in the trenches at Varin, or who had received cuts and slashes and broken ribs at the bridge of Fouchard, and therefore the good news was first received in the Bocage; but those miserable accompaniments of victory, low tumbrils, laden with groaning sufferers lying on straw, slowly moving carts, every motion of which opened anew the wounds of their wretched occupants, and every species of vehicle as could be collected through the country, crammed with the wounded and the dying, and some even with the dead, were not long in following the triumphal return of the victorious peasants.
Malo, beau port de mer, Trois navires sont arrives, Charges d'avoine, charges de bled; Trois dames s'en vont les merchander!" "Tut!" exclaimed Varin, "who cares for things that have no more point in them than a dumpling! give us a madrigal, or one of the devil's ditties from the Quartier Latin!"
After the circumstances had been explained to him, he was taken in to see the corpse. He displayed considerable emotion, and spoke, in a low tone, and apparently unwillingly: "Etienne Varin," he said. "You know him?" "No....or, at least, yes....by sight only. His brother...." "Ah! he has a brother?" "Yes, Alfred Varin. He came to see me once on some matter of business....I forget what it was."
At number 24 rue de Provence, where the Varin brothers had lived six years before, no one knew what had become of them. I confess that, for my part, the case seemed to me so complicated and so mysterious that I did not think the problem would ever be solved, so I concluded to waste no more time upon it.
The author hesitated in perplexity, as he wanted to have the figure, but the price was above him, and he thought no more about her looking at him than if he had been alone in the desert. She came in trembling, with her eyes fixed shamelessly upon him, and she did not even ask herself whether he were good-looking, elegant or young. It was Jean Varin himself, Jean Varin.
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