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As for Leveille, he took an active part in the actual perpetration of the crime by seeking the axe the brigands asked for. The woman Bourget, Vauthier, the Chaussards, Pannier, the woman Lechantre, Mallet and Ratel, all participated in the crime in their several degrees, as did the innkeepers Melin, Binet, Laraviniere, and Chargegrain.
And Madame Vauthier, formerly cook to the publisher Barbet, one of the hardest lenders of money by the week, slipped along behind her two tenants so as to be able to overtake Godefroid as soon as his conversation with Monsieur Bernard came to an end.
He stopped the coach, which had started, and said a word in the ear of one of his agents, who got out and ran to Madame Vauthier, and then returned. When Dr.
You are making me advances in money as they did, only you do it with some grace." "Did Madame Vauthier just tell you that I was employed by a publisher?" asked Godefroid. "Yes." "Well, then, Monsieur Bernard, before I can say how much I can give over what those other gentlemen offer, I must know the terms on which you stand with them."
The old man was carried to his room, and Madame Vauthier begged the commissary to call on his way in the rue d'Enfer, and send Doctor Berton as soon as possible. "What is the matter with my grandfather?" asked poor Auguste. "He is out of his head. You see what it is to steal," said the Vauthier. Auguste made a movement as though he would dash out his brains. The two agents caught him.
Just then a gentle rap was heard at the door of the outer room. Godefroid, glad of the interruption, having got all he wanted to know out of Madame Vauthier, went to open it. "What is said, is said, Madame Vauthier," he remarked as he did so. The visitor was Monsieur Bernard. "Ah! Monsieur Bernard," cried the widow when she saw him, "I've got a letter downstairs for you."
"What is your mother's name?" he asked. "My mother is the Baronne de Mergi; my father was the son of the president of the Royal Court at Rouen." "Ah!" said Godefroid; "then your grandfather married his daughter to the son of the famous president Mergi." "Yes, monsieur." "Now, my little friend, leave me," said Godefroid. He went with young Mergi to the landing, and called to Madame Vauthier.
"Mere Vauthier," he said, "you can let my rooms. I shall not come back any more." He gathered his things together, went downstairs, and got into the cab. "Have you given anything to that gentleman?" said the Vauthier to Auguste. "Yes," said the young man. "You're a pretty fellow! that's the agent of your grandfather's enemies.
As for the incarceration, I will put him in the Conciergerie." "Thank you, monsieur," said the unhappy Bourlac. With the words he fell rigid on the snow, and rolled into one of the hollows round the trees of the boulevard. The commissary of police called for help, and Nepomucene ran up, together with Madame Vauthier.
The widow listened to these confidences with a dubious air, plying Auguste with several glasses of wine meantime. About ten o'clock a cab stopped before the house, and Madame Vauthier looking out exclaimed: "Oh! it is Monsieur Godefroid."
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