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Updated: June 7, 2025
Schmucke did not know Fraisier, and could not note his satanic countenance and glittering eyes. But two words whispered by Fraisier in La Cibot's ear had prompted a daring piece of acting, somewhat beyond La Cibot's range, it may be, though she played her part throughout in a masterly style.
It would be a mere trifle for you and M. le President to gain the appointment for me; for the present Keeper of the Seals must be anxious to keep on good terms with you... "And that is not all, madame," added Fraisier. Seeing that Mme. de Marville was about to speak, he cut her short with a gesture.
The thought of the guillotine so moved her that she burst into tears, her nerves were shaken, terror clutched at her heart, she lost her head. Fraisier gloated over his triumph. When he saw his client hesitate, he thought that he had lost his chance; he had set himself to frighten and quell La Cibot till she was completely in his power, bound hand and foot.
Cibot, I knew all about your business, but I knew nothing of Mme. Cibot. So many clients, so many characters " Mme. Cibot gave her legal adviser a queer look at this; all her suspicions gleamed in her eyes. Fraisier saw this. "I resume," he continued.
Poulain had spent the whole previous evening in a microscopic examination of the case; they had made mature deliberations. The doctor described Schmucke for his friend's benefit, and the alert pair had plumbed all hypotheses and scrutinized all risks and resources, till Fraisier, exultant, cried aloud, "Both our fortunes lie in this!"
Fraisier had found a convenient opportunity of getting rid of his so-called foster-mother, while he posted her as a detective and policeman to supervise Mme. Cantinet. As there was a servant's bedroom and a little kitchen included in the apartment, La Sauvage could sleep on a truckle-bed and cook for the German. Dr. Poulain came with the two women just as Pons drew his last breath.
Knowing that a will had been made, he had come to see how the land lay, for Maitre Trognon, notary, had refused to say a syllable Fraisier's questions were as fruitless as Mme. Cibot's. Naturally the ballet-girl's visit in extremis was not lost upon Fraisier; he vowed to himself that he would turn it to good account. "My dear Mme. Cibot," he began, "now is the critical moment for you."
He was about to be useful to her, and as soon as a tool belongs to us we look upon it with other eyes. "M. Fraisier," said she, "you have convinced me of your intelligence, and I think that you can speak frankly." Fraisier replied by an eloquent gesture.
La Cibot turned pale as death at the words; the words fell like a knife upon her neck. She stared wildly at Fraisier. "Listen to me, my dear child," began Fraisier, suppressing his inward satisfaction at his client's discomfiture. "I would sooner leave things as they are " murmured La Cibot, and she rose to go. "Stay," Fraisier said imperiously.
Fraisier makes a special point of disputes among the porters, workmen, and poor folk in the arrondissement, and his charges are low. He is an honest man; for I need not tell you that if he had been a scamp, he would be keeping his carriage by now. I will call and see my friend Fraisier this evening.
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