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The banker hesitated a moment; then, following the impulse of his heart, ran to his wife, and, clasping her in his arms, said tenderly: "No, I will not be foolish enough to struggle against my deep-rooted love. I do not pardon, Valentine: I forget; I forget all!" M. Verduret had nothing more to do at Vesinet.
"Well," said the driver, "at this time of night, in such dreadful weather, it ought to be twenty-five francs." "And how much more for driving very rapidly?" "Bless my soul! Why, monsieur, I leave that to your generosity; but if you put it at thirty-five francs " "You shall have a hundred," interrupted M. Verduret, "if you overtake a carriage which has half an hour's start of us."
"This book belongs to Madeleine," he cried. M. Verduret did not reply, but walked toward a young man dressed like a brewer, who had just entered the room. He glanced at the note which this person handed to him, and hastened back to the table, and said, in an agitated tone: "I think we have got them now!"
Frenzied by distress of mind, he already saw Madeleine indissolubly united to this villain, and, thinking that M. Verduret would perhaps arrive too late to be of use, determined at all risks to throw an obstacle in the way of the marriage.
Here M. Verduret was interrupted by an exclamation from Prosper, who was standing near a window. "What is the matter?" he inquired. "There is Clameran!" cried Prosper, "over there." M. Verduret and Joseph ran to the window. "Where is he?" said Joseph, "I don't see him." "There, at the corner of the bridge, behind that orange-woman's stall." Prosper was right.
When you have saved the honor and life of a man, you should at least let him know whom he is to thank for it." "Oh!" said M. Verduret smilingly, "you are not out of the woods yet. You are not married either: so you must wait a little longer; patience and faith." The clock struck six. "Good heavens!" exclaimed M. Verduret. "Can it be six o'clock?
"From that time," continued M. Verduret, "the skein began to disentangle; I held the principal thread. I now set about finding out what had become of Gaston. Lafourcade, who is a friend of your father, informed me that he had bought a foundery, and settled in Oloron, where he soon after suddenly died. Thirty-six hours later I was at Oloron." "You are certainly indefatigable!" said Prosper.
He was only absent two minutes, but, inspired by the imminence of the danger, Gypsy darted into the study, and rapidly extracted the balls from the revolver. "Thank Heaven!" she murmured: "this peril is averted, and M. Verduret will now perhaps have time to prevent a murder. I must send Cavaillon to tell him."
The eager, questioning look of Prosper showed that he would like to know the secret of his protector's wonderful penetration, and at the same time be more thoroughly convinced that what he had heard was all true that his innocence would be more clearly proved. "Now confess," cried M. Verduret, "you would give anything in the world to find out how I discovered the truth?"
"Very good," said the celebrated detective: "then be kind enough to wait a few minutes; I will tell him you are here." During the quarter of an hour that Nina and Prosper remained alone together, they did not exchange a word. Finally a door opened, and M. Verduret appeared.
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