■'id' II mm m MEMOREAM GEORGE HOLMES HOWISON Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2008 with funding from IVIicrosoft Corporation http://www.archive.org/details/fileno11300gaborich " ' VViiat do yoii wauL here?'" FILE No. 113 By Emile Gaboriau- Author of -THE GILDED CLIQUE," -IN PERIL OF HIS LIFE," -THE LEROUGE CASE," -MONSIEUR LECOQ," Etc. 1 1 1 u s t r a t e d w ^ ■> 5 , > J -I H. M. CALDWELL COMPANY Publishers, New York ^ Boston - *■ * '• « ■> • . ' , • • FILE No. 113. 1. In the Paris journals of February 28, 186 — , there ap- i peared the following intelligence : — "A daring robbery, committed during the night at one of our principal bankers', M. Andre Fauvel, has created great excitement this morning in the neighborhood of the Rue de Provence. The thieves, who were as skilful as they were daring, succeeded in effecting an entrance to the bank, in forcing the lock of a safe that has hereto- fore been considered impregnable, and in possessing them- selves of bank-notes, of the value of three hundred and fifty thousand francs. The police, immediately informed of the robbery, displayed their accustomed zeal, and their efforts have been crowned with success. Already, it is said, P. B., a clerk in the bank, has been arrested, and there is every reason to hope that his accomplices will be speedily overtaken by the hand of justice." For four days this robbery was the talk of Paris. Then public attention was engrossed by later and equally inter- esting events ; an acrobat broke his leg at the circus ; an actress made her d3i/^ at a minor theatre ; and news of the 28th was soon forgotten. But for once the newspapers were — perhaps designedly — wrong, or at least inaccurate in their information. The sum of three hundred and fifty thousand francs had cer- , tainly been stolen from M. Andre Fauvel's bank, but not / in the manner described. A clerk had also been arrested on suspicion, but no conclusive proof had been forthcom- ing against him. This robbery of unusual importance re- mained, if not inexplicable, at least unexplained. The following are the facts of the case as related with scrupulous exactitude in the official police report. 849323 FILE NO, 113. IT. 1'he banking-house of M. Andr^ Fauvel, No. 87 Rue de Provence, is a noted establishment, and, owing to its large staff of clerks, presents very much the appearance of a government department. On the ground-floor are the offices, with windows opening on the street, protected by iron bars sufficiently strong and close together to discour- age all attempts at effecting an entrance. A large glass door opens into a spacious vestibule, where three or four messengers are always in waiting. On the right are the rooms to which the public is admitted, and from which a narrow passage-way leads to the head cashier's office. The offices of the corresponding clerks, the ledger-keeper and general accounts are on the left. At the farther end is a small glazed court with which seven or eight small wickets communicate. These are kept closed, except only on particular days when a considerable number of pay- ments have to be made, and then they are indispensable. M. Fauvel's private office is on the first floor over the gen- eral offices, and leads into his handsome private apart- ments. This office communicates directly with the bank by means of a dark, narrow staircase, which opens into the room occupied by the head cashier. This latter room is completely proof against all burglarious attacks, no mat- ter how ingeniously planned ; indeed it could almost with- stand a regular siege, sheeted as it is like a monitor. The doors, and the partition in which the wicket is where pay- ments are made, are covered with thick iron plates ; and a heavy grating protects the fireplace. Fastened in the wall by enormous iron clamps is a safe, a formidable and fantastic piece of furniture, calculated to fill with envy the poor devil who carries his fortune easily enough in a pocket-book. This safe, considered the masterpiece of the well-known house of Becquet, is six feet in height and four and a half in width, and is made entirely of wrought iron, with triple sides, and divided into isolated compart- ments in case of fire. The safe is opened by a curious little key, which is, however, the least important part of the mechanism. Fiv^ "aavable steel buttons, upon which are engraved all tfi-S letters of the alphabet, constitute the real power of the \ FILE NO. 113. 5 ingenious lock. To open the safe it is requisite, before in- serting tiie key, to replace the letters on the buttons in the same order in which they were when the door was locked. In M. Fauvel's bank, as elsewhere, it was always closed with a word that was changed from time to time. This word was known only to the head of the bank and the chief cashier, each of whom had a key to the safe In such a stronghold, a person might deposit more dia- monds than the Duke of Brunswick possessed, and sleep well assured, as he would be, of their safety. But one danger seemed to threaten — that of forgetting the secret word which was the " Open, sesame " of the iron barrier. • About half-past nine o'clock on the mornmg ot tne 2^th of February, the bank clerks were all busy at their various desks, when a middle-aged man of dark complexion and military air, clad in deep mourning, appeared in the office adjoining that of the head cashier, and expressed a desire to see him. He was told that the cashier had not arrived, and his attention was called to a placard in the entry, whith stated that the cashier's office opened at ten o'clock. This reply seemed to disconcert the new-comer. " I expected," he said, in a tone of cool impertinence, " to find some one here ready to attend to my business. I ex- plained the matter to M. Fauvel yesterday. I am Count Louis de Ciameran, owner of iron-works at Oloron, and have come to receive three hundred thousand francs deposited in this bank by my late brother, whose heir I am. It is sur- prising that no instructions have been given about it." Neither the title of the noble manufacturer nor his re- marks appeared to have the slightest effect upon the clerks. "The head cashier has not yet arrived," the}'- repeated, " and we can do nothing for you." " Then conduct me to M. Fauvel." There was a moment's hesitancy; then a clerk, named Cavaillon, who was writing by the window, said : " The chief is always out at this hour." " I will call again, then," replied M. de Ciameran. And he walked out, as he had entered, without saying " Good- morning," or even raising his hat. " Not over polite, that customer," said little Cavaillon ; " but he is unlucky, for here comes Prosper." Prosper Bertomy, head cashier of Fauvel's banking. 6 FILE NO. 113. house, was a tall, handsome man, of about thirty, with fail hair and large dark-blue eyes, fastidiously neat in appear- ance, and dressed in the height of fashion. He would have been very prepossessing but for a cold, reserved Eng- lish-like manner, and a certain air of self-sufficiency, which spoiled his naturally bright and open countenance. " Ah, here you are ! " cried Cavaillon. " Some one has just been inquiring for you." " Who t An ironmaster, was it not ? " " Precisely." *' Well, he will come again. Knowing that I should be late this morning, I made all my arrangements yesterday." Prosper had unlocked his office-door, and, as he finished speaking, entered, and closed it behind him. " Good ! " exclaimed one of the clerks ; " there is a man who never lets anything disturb him. The chief has quarrelled with him twenty times for always coming late, and his remonstrances have no more effect upon him than a breath of wind." " And quite right too ; he knows he can get anything he wants out of the chief." " Besides, how could he come any sooner ? A man who sits up all night, and leads a fast life, doesn't feel inclined for work early in the morning. Did you notice how pale he looked when he came in ? " '' He must have been playing heavily again. Couturier says he lost fifteen hundred francs at a sitting last week." " His work is none the worse done for all that," inter- rupted Cavaillon. " If you were in his place — " He stopped short. The door of the cashier's office sud- denly opened, and the cashier appeared before them with tottering step, and a wild, haggard look on his ashy pale face. " Robbed i " he gasped out ; " I have been robbed ! " Prosper's horrified expression, his hollow voice and trembling limbs, so alarmed the clerks that they jumped off their stools and ran towards him. He almost dropped into their arms ; he was sick and faint, and sank into a chair. His companions surrounded him, and begged him to explain himself. " Robbed 1 " they said ; " where, how, by whom ? " Gradually, Prosper recovered himself. 'All the monej that was in the safe/' he said, " has been stolen." FILE NO. 113. 7 "All?" " Yes, all ; three rolls, each containing one hundred notes of a thousand francs, and one roll of fifty thousand. The four rolls were wrapped in a sheet of paper and tied together." With the rapidity of lightning, the news of the robbery spread throughout the banking-house, and the room was soon filled with curious inquirers. " Tell us, Prosper," said young Cavaillon, " has the safe been broken open t " " No ; it is just as I left it." " Well, then, how could — " "All I know is that yesterday T placed three hundred and fifty thousand francs ni the safe, and this morning they are gone." A deep silence ensued, which was at length broken by an old clerk, who did not seem to share the general affright. " Don't distress yourself, M. Bertomy," he said ; " no doubt the chief has disposed of the money." The unhappy cashier started up with a look of relief ; he eagerly caught at the suggestion. " Yes ! " he exclaimed, " It must be as you say ; the chief must have taken it." But, after thinking a few minutes, he remarked in a ton^ of deep, depression : " No, that is impossible. During the five years I have had charge of the safe, M. Fauvel has never opened it excepting in my presence. Whenever he has needed money, he has either waited until I came, or has sent for me, rather than take it in my absence." " Well," said Cavaillon, " before despairing, let us as- certain the truth." But a messenger had already informed M. Fauvel of the robbery, and as Cavaillon was about to go in search of him, he entered the office. M. Andre Fauvel appeared to be a man of fifty, inclined to corpulency, of medium height, with iron-gray hair; and, like all hard workers, he had a slight stoop. NeV " did he by a single action belie the kindly expression or his face. He had a frank air, a lively, intelligent eye, and full, red lips. Born in the neighborhood of Aix, he be- trayed, when animated, a slight Provencal accent that gave a peculiar flavor to his genial humor. The news of the robbery had extremely agitated him, for his usually florid face was now quite pale. " What is this I hear ? what 8 FILE NO. 113. has happened ? " he said to the clerks, who respectfully stood aside when he entered the office. The sound of M. Fauvel's voice inspired the cashier with the factitious energy called forth by a great crisis. The dreaded and decisive moment had come ; he arose, and advanced towards his chief. " Sir," he said, " having, as you know, a payment to make this morning, I yesterday drew from the Bank of France three hundred and fifty thousand francs." " Why yesterday ? " interrupted the banker. ** I think I have a hundred times desired you to wait until the day payment has to be made." *' I know it, sir, and I did wrong to disobey you. But the mischief is done. Yesterday evening I locked the money up : it has disappeared, and yet the safe has not been broken open." " You must be mad ! " exclaimed M. Fauvel ; " you are dreaming ! " These few words crushed all hope ; but the horror of the situation imparted to Prosper, not the coolness of a steadied resolution, but that sort of stupid, stolid indiffer- ence which often results from unexpected catastrophes. It was with apparent calmness that he replied, " I am not mad; neither, unfortunately, am I dreaming: I am sim- ply telling the truth." This tranquillity at such a moment appeared to exasper- ate M. Fauvel. He seized Prosper by the arm, and shook him roughly. " Speak ! " he exclaimed ; " speak ! who can have opened the safe ? " "I cannot say." *' No one but you and I know the secret word. No one but you and I possess keys." This Was a formal accusation ; at least, all the auditors present so understood it. Yet Prosper's strange calmness never left him for an instant. He quietly released him- self from M. Fauvel's grasp, and slowly said : " In other words, sir, it is only I who could have taken this money — " " Miserable man," exclaimed M. Fauvel. Prosper drew himself up to his full height, and, looking M. Fauvel full in the face, added : " Or you ! " The banker made a threatening gesture ; and there is no knowing what would have happened if he had r\(X been interrupted by loud and angry voices in the hall. A man FILE NO. 113. I insisted upon entering despite the protestations of the messengers, and succeeded in forcing his way in. It was M. de Clameran. The clerks stood looking on, bewildered and inert. The silence was profound and solemn. It was easy to perceive that some terrible issue was being anxiously weighed by all these men. " The ironmaster did not appear to observe anything unusual. He advanced, and without lifting his hat said, in his former impertinent tone, " It is after ten o'clock, gentlemen." No one answered ; and M. de Clameran was about to continue, when turning round, he for the first time saw the banker, and walking up to him exclaimed, " Well, sir, I, congratulate myself upon finding you in at last. I have been here once before this morning, and found the cashier's office not opened, the cashier not arrived, and you absent." " You are mistaken, sir, I was in my office." " At any rate, I was told you were out ; that gentleman there assured me of the fact." And the ironmaster pointed out Cavaillon. " However, that is of little impor- tance," he went on to say. " I return, and this time not only the cashier's office is closed, but I am refused admit- tance to the banking-house, and find myself compelled to force my way in. Be so good as to tell me whether I can have my money." M. Fauvel's pale face turned red with anger as he lis- tened to this harangue; yet he controlled himself. "I should be obliged to you, sir," he said in a low voice, *' for a short delay." " I thought you told me — " " Yes, yesterday. But this morning — this very instant — I find I have been robbed of three hundred and fifty thousand francs." M. de Clameran bowed ironically, and asked : " Shall I have to wait long ? " " Long enough for me to send to the Bank of France." Then, turning his back on the iron-founder, M, Fauvel said to his cashier : " Write a check and send to the Bank at once to draw out all the available money. Let the messenger take a cab." Prosper remained motion* lo ' FILE NO. 113. less. " Do you hear me ? " inquired the banker in an an^ gry voice. The cashier started ; he seemed as if awakening from a dream. "It is useless to send," he said in a slow, meas-' ured tone : " this gentleman requires three hundred thou- sand francs, and there is less than one hundred thousand at the bank." M. de Clameran appeared to expect this answer, for he muttered : " Of course." Although he only pronounced these words, his voice, his manner, his countenance clearly said : '' This comedy is well acted ; but nevertheless it is a comedy, and I don't intend to be duped by it." Alas ! After Prosper's answer, and the ironmaster's coarsely expressed opinion, the clerks knew not what to think. The fact was, that Paris had just been startled by several financial crashes. The thirst for speculation had caused the oldest and staunchest houses to totter. Men of the most unimpeachable honor had to sacrifice their pride, and go from door to door imploring aid. Credit, tnat rare bird of security and peace, rested with none, but stood, with upraised wings, ready to fly off at the first sug- gestion of suspicion. This idea of a comedy arranged beforehand between the banker and his cashier might therefore readily occur to the minds of people who, if not suspicious, were at least aware of all the expedients resorted to by specula- tors in order to gain time, which with them often meant salvation. M. Fauvel had had too much knowledge of mankind not to instantly divine the impression produced by Pros- per's answer ; he read the most mortifying doubt on the faces around him. " Oh ! don't be alarmed, sir," said he to M. de Clameran, " this house has other resources. Be kind enough to await my return." He left the office, went up to his private room, and in a few minutes returned, holding in his hand a letter and a bundle of securities. " Here, quick. Couturier ! " he said to one of his clerks, " take my carriage, which is waiting at the door, and go with this gentleman to M. de Roths- child. Hand the latter this letter and these securities', in exchange, you will receive three hundred thousand francs, which give to M. de Clameran." The ironmaster was visibly disappointed ; he seemed FILE A^a 113. II desirous of apologizing for his rudeness. " I assure you," said he to M. Fauvel, " that I had no intention of giving offence. Our relations, for some years, have b^en such that I hope — " " Enough, sir," interrupted tl^e banker, " I desire no apologies. In business, friendship counts for nothing. I owe you money : I am not ready to pay : you are press- ing : you have a perfect right to demand what is your own. Accompany my messenger : he will pay you your money." Then he turned to his clerks, who stood curiously gazing on, and said: " As for you, gentlemen, be good enough to resume your places at your desks." In an instant the office was cleared of every one ex- cepting the clerks who habitually occupied it ; and they resumed their seats at their desks with their noses almost touching the paper before them, as if they \vere too en- grossed in their work to think of anything else. Still excited by the events which had rapidly succeeded each other, M. Andre Fauvel walked up and down the room with quick, nervous steps, occasionally uttering some half-stifled exclamation. Prosper had remained leaning against the partition, with pale face and fixed eyes, looking as if he had lost the faculty of thinking or of acting. Pres- ently the banker, after a long silence, stopped short be- fore him ; he had determined upon the line of conduct he would pursue. " We must have an explanation," he said. " Go into your office." The cashier mechanically obeyed ; and his chief fol- lowed him, taking the precaution to close the door after them. The room bore no evidences of a successful bur- glary. Everything was in perfect order ; not even a paper was disturbed. The safe was open, and on the top shelf lay several rouleaus of gold, overlooked or disdained by the thieves. M. Fauvel, without troubling himself to examine any- thing, took a seat, and ordered his cashier to do the same. He had quite recovered his equanimity, and his count- enance wore its usual kind expression. " Now that we are alone, Prosper," h& said, " have vou nothing to tell me ? " The cashier started, as if surprised at the question. " Nothing, sir, that I iiava not already told you," he re- plied 12 FILE NO. 113. " What ! nothing ? Do you persist in maintaining an attitude so absurd and ridiculous that no one can possibly give you credence ? It is sheer folly ? Confide in me : it is your only chance of salvation. I am your employer. it is true ; but I am before and above all your friend ■ — your best and truest friend. I cannot forget that in this very room, fifteen years ago, you were intrusted to me by your father ; and ever since that day I have had cause to congratulate myself on possessing so faithful and ef- ficient a clerk. Yes, it is fifteen years since you came to me. I was then just commencing the foundation of my fortune. You have seen it gradually grow, step by step, from almost nothing to its present magnitude. As my wealth increased, I endeavored to better your condition ; yoU; who, although so young, are the oldest of my clerks. At each augmentation of my fortune I increased your salary." Never had the cashier heard M. Fauvel express himself in so feeling and paternal a manner. Prosper was silent with astonishment. " Answer," pursued M. Fauvel, " have I not always been like a father to you ? From the first day, my house has been open to you ; you were treated as a member of my family ; my niece Madeleine and my sons looked upon you as a brother. But you grew weary of this peaceful life. One day, a year ago, you suddenly began to shun us ; and since then — " The memories of the past thus called up by the banker seemed too much for the unhappy cashier; he buried his face in his hands, and wept bitterly. " A man can confide everything to his father," resumed M. Fauvel, also deeply affected. " Fear nothing. A father not only pardons, he forgets. Do I not know the temptations that beset a young man in a city like Paris ? There are some inordinate desires before which the firmest principles will give way, and which so pervert our moral sense as to render us incapable of judging between right and wrong. Speak, Prosper, speak ! " " What do you wish me to say ? " " The truth. When an honorable man yields, in an hour of weakness, to temptation, his first step towards atonement is confession, Say to me, Yes, I have bee» FILE NO. 113. 13 tempted, dazzled : the sight of these piles of gold turned my brain. I am young : I have passions." " I ! " murmured Prosper, " I ! " "Poor boy," said the banker sadly; "do you think I am ignorant of the life you have been leading since you left my roof a year ago ? Can you not understand that all j'our fellow-clerks are jealous of you ? that they do not forgive you for earning twelve thousand francs a year ? Never have you committed a piece of folly without my being immediately informed of it by an anonymous letter. I oould tell you the exact number of nights you have spent at the gaming-table, and the money you have squandered. 01.1, envy has keen eyes and a quick ear ! I have great contempt for these cowardly denunciations, but was forced, not only to heed them, but to make inquiries myself. It is cvnly proper that I should know what sort of a life is led by the man to whom I intrust my fortune and my honor." Prosper seemed about to protest against this last speech. " Yes, my honor," insisted M, Fauvel, in a voice that r2 sense of humiliation made unsteady ; " yes, my credit, which might have been compromised to-day by this M. de Clameran. Do you know how much I shall lose by pay- ing him this money? And suppose I had not had the se- curities which I have sacrificed ? you did not know I pos- sessed them." Tht banker paused, as if hoping for a confession, which, however, did not come. " Come, Prosper, have courage, be frank ! I will go up stairs. You will look again in the safe ; I am sure that in youi agitation you did not search it thoroughly. This evenin^f I will return, and I am confident that, during the day, you will have found, if not the three hundred and fifty thousand francs, at least the greater portion of the amount ; and to-morrow neither you nor I will remembei anything about this false alarm." M. Fauvel had risen, and was about to leave the room when PixDsper arose, and seized him by the arm. " Your generosity is useless, sir," he said bitterly ; " having taken nothing, I can restore nothing. I have made a scrupulous search ; the bank-notes have been stolen." " But by whom, poor fool 1 by whom ? " ** By all that is sacred, I swear that it was not by me." 14 PILE NO. 113. The banker's face turned crimson. " Miserable wretch 1 " cried he, " do you mean to say that I took the money ? " Prosper bowed his head, and did not answer. " Ah ! it is thus, then," said M. Fauvel, unable to con- tain himself any longer, "you dare — Then between you and me, M. Prosper Bertomy, justice shall decide. God is my witness that I have done all I could to save you. You will have yourself to thank for what follows. I have sent for the commissary of police ; he must be waiting ir my room. Shall I call him down ? " Prosper, with the fearful resignation of a man who en- tirely abandons himself, replied in a stifled voice : " Do as you will." The banker was near the door, which he opened, and, after giving the cashier a last searching look, called to an oflice-boy : " Anselme, bid the commissary of police to step down." III. If there is one man in the world whom no event should move -or surprise, always on his guard against deceptive appearances, capable of admitting everything and explain- ing everything, it certainly is a Parisian commissary of police. While the judge, from his lofty seat, applies the Code to the facts submitted to him, the commissary of police observes and watches all the odious circumstances the law cannot reach. He is, in spite of himself, the confidant of disgraceful details, domestic crimes, and tolerated vices. If, when he entered upon his office, he had any illusions, before the end of a year they would all be dissipated. If he does not absolutely despise the human race, it is be- cause often, side by side with abominations indulged in with impunity, he discovers sublime generosities which remain unrewarded. He sees impudent villains filching the public respect ; and he consoles himself by thinking of the modest, obscure heroes whom he has also encount- ered. So often have his forecasts been deceived, that he has reached a state of complete scepticism. He believes in nothmg, neither in evil nor in absolute good ; not more in virtue than in vice. His experience has forced him to FILE NO. 113. 15 come to the drear conclusion, that not men, but events, are worth considering. The commissary sent for by M. Fauvel soon made his appearance. It was with a cahn air, if not one of perfect indifference, that he entered the office. He was followed by a short man dressed in a full suit of black, which was slightly relieved by a ruffled collar. The banker, scarcely bowing, said to the commissary "Doubtless, sir, you have been apprised of the painf:i. circumstance which compels me to have recourse to you* assistance ? " " It is about a robbery, I believe." " Yes ; an infamous and mysterious robbery committed in this office, from the safe you see open there, of which my cashier" (he pointed to Prosper) " alone possesses the key and the word." This declaration seemed to arouse the unfortunate cash- ier from his dull stupor. " Excuse me, sir," he said to the commissary in a low tone. " My chief also has the word and the key." " Of course, that is understood." The commissary at once drew his own conclusions. Evidently these two men accused each other. From their own statements, one or the other was guilty. One was the head of an important bank ; the other was simply the cashier. One was the chief ; the other the clerk. But the commissary of police was too well skilled in concealing his impressions to betray his thoughts by any visible sign. Not a muscle of his face moved. Yet he became more grave, and alternately watched the cashier and M, Fauvel, as if trying to draw some satisfactory conclusion from their behavior. Prosper was very pale and dejected. He had dropped into a seat, and his arms hung inert on either side of the chair. The banker, on the contrary, remained standing with flashing eyes and crimson face, expressing himself with extraordinary vehemence. "The importance of ths theft is immense," continued he; "there is missing :i fortune, three hundred and fifty thousand francs ! This robbery might have had the most disastrous consequences. In times like these, the want of this sum might compro- mise the credit of the wealthiest banking-house in Paris.^ " I believe so, if bills were falling due." i6 FILE NO. i\% " Well, sir, I have this very day a heavy payment to make." *' Ah, really ! " There was no mistaking the commis- sary's tone ; a suspicion, the first, had evidently entered his mind. The banker understood it ; he started, and added quickly : " I met my engagements, but at the cost of a dis^ agreeable sacrifice. I ought to add further, that if my or- ders had been obeyed, the three hundred and fifty thou- sand francs would not have been here." " How is that ? " " I desire never to have large sums of money in my house over night. My cashier had positive orders invaria- bly to wait until the last moment before drawing money from the Bank of France. I forbade him, above all, to leave large sums of money in the safe over night." " You hear this 1 " said the commissary to Prosper " Yes, sir," replied the cashier, '' M. Fauvel's statement is quite correct." After this explanation, the suspicions of the comm.issary. instead of being strengthened, were dissipated. " Well," he said, " a robbery has been perpetrated, but by whom ? Did the robber enter from without 1 " The banker hesitated a moment. *' I think not," he said at last. " And I am certain he did not," said Prosper. The commissary expected and was prepared for these answers ; but it did not suit his purpose to follow them up immediately. " However," said he, " we must make ourselves sure of it." Turning towards his companion, — *' M. Fanferlot," he said, " go and see if you can discover any traces that may have escaped the attention of these gentlemen." M. Fanferlot, nicknamed "the squirrel," was indebted to his prodigious agility for his title, of which he was not a little proud. Slim and insignificant in appearance, in spite of his iron muscles, he might be taken for the under clerk of a bailiff as he walked along buttoned up to the chin in his thin black overcoat. He had one of those faces that impress one disagreeably — an odiously turned- up nose, thin lips^ and little restless black eyes. Fanferlot, who had been in the detective force for five years, burned to distinguish himself. He was ambitious. FILE NO. 113. 17 Alas \ he was unsuccessful, lacking opportunity — or genius. Already, before the commissary spoke to him, he had fer- reted everywhere ; studied the doors, sounded the parti- tions, examined the wicket, and stirred up the ashes in the grate. " I cannot imagine," said he, " how a stranger could have effected an entrance here." He walked round the office. " Is this door closed at night ? " he in- quired. " It is always locked." " And who keeps the key ? " '• The watchman," said Prosper, " to whom I always gave it in charge before leaving the bank." " And who," said M. Fauvel, '' sleeps in the outer room on a folding-bedstead, which he unfolds at night, ana folds up in the morning." ** Is he here now ? " inquired the commissary. "Yes," replied the banker, and he opened the door, and called : " Anselme ! " This man was the favorite servant of M. Fauvel, and had lived with him for ten years. He knew that he would not be suspected ; but the idea of being connected in any way with a robbery was too much for him, and he entered the room trembling like a leaf. " Did you sleep in the next room last night ? " asked the commissary. "Yes, sir, as usual." " At what hour did you go to bed .'* " " About half-past ten ; I had spent the evening at a cafd near by, with master's valet." " Did you hear no noise during the night ? " " Not a sound ; and still I sleep so lightly, that if M. Fauvel comes down to the cashier's office when I am asleep, I am instantly aroused by the sound of his foot- steps." " M. Fauvel often comes to the cashier's office at night, does he "i " " No sir ; very seldom." " Did he come last night .^ " " No sir, I am very certain he did not : for I was kept awake nearly all night by the strong coffee I had drunk with the valet." " That will do ; you can retire," said the commissary. When Anselme had left the room, Fanferlot resumed ffi FILE NO. 113. his search. He opened the door of the private staircase. " Where do these stairs lead to ? " he asked. *' To my private office," replied M. Fauvel. " Is not that the room whither I was conducted whea I first arrived ? ' inquired the commissary. " The same." " I should like to see it," said Fanferlot, " and ex- amine the entrance to it." " Nothing is easier," said M. Fauvel eagerly ; " follow me, gentlemen. And you too, Prosper." M. Fauvel's private office consisted of two rooms, the waiiing-room, sumptuously furnished and elaborately dec- orated, and the inner one where he transacted business. The furniture in this room was composed of a large office- table, several leather-covered chairs, and on either side of the fireplace a secretary and a bookshelf. These two rooms had only three doors ; one opened on the private staircase, another into the banker's bedroom, and the third on to the landing. It was through this lat- ter door that the banker's clients and visitors were ad- mitted. M. Fanferlot examined the room at a glance. He seemed puzzled, like a man who had flattered himself with the hope of discovering some clew and had found nothing. " Let us see the other side," he said. He passed into the waiting-room, followed by the banker and the commissary of police. Prosper remained behind. Despite the confused state of his mind, he could not but notice that the situation was for him momentarily becoming more serious. He had de- manded and accepted the contest with his chief; the struggle had commenced, and now it no longer depended upon his own will to arrest the consequences of his action. They were about to engage In a bitter conflict, utilizing all weapons, until one of the two should succumb, the loss of honor being the price of defeat. In the eyes of justice who would be the innocent man ? Alas 1 the unfortunate cashier saw only too clearly that the chances were terribly unequal, and he was overwhelmed with the sense of his own inferiority. Never had he thought that his chief would carry out his threats ; for in a contest of this nature, M. Fauvel would have as much at stake as his cashier, and more to lose. FILE NO. 113. 19 Prosper was sitting near the fireplace, absorbed in the most gloomy forebodings, when the banker's bedroom- door suddenly opened, and a lovely girl appeared upon the threshold. She was tall and slender ; a loose morning robe, confined at the waist by a simple black ribbon, be- trayed to advantage the graceful elegance of her figure. Her dark eyes were large and soft ; her complexion had the creamy pallor of a white camellia ; and her beautiuil black hair, carelessly held together by a tortoiseshell comb, fell in a profusion of soft curls upon her finely shaped neck. She was Madeleine, M. Fauvel's niece, of whom he had spoken not long before. Seeing Prosper in the room, where probably she had expected to find her uncle alone, she could not refrain from an exclamation of sur- prise: "Ah!" Prosper started up as if he had received an electric shock. His eyes, a moment before so dull and heavy, now sparkled with jo}^, as if he had caught a glimpse of an angel of hope. " Madeleine ! " he cried, " Madeleine ! " The young girl was blushing crimson. She seemed about to hastily retreat, and stepped back ; but. Prosper having advanced tow^ards her, she was overcome by a sentiment stronger than her will, and extended her hand, which he took and pressed with great respect. They stood thus face to face, but with averted looks, as if they dared not let their eyes meet for fear of betraying their feelings ; having much to say, and not know^ing how to begin, they stood silent. Finally Madeleine murmured in a scarcely audible voice : " You, Prosper — you ! " These words broke the spell. The cashier dropped the white hand which he held, and answ^ered bitterly: "Yes, I am Prosper, the companion of your childhood — suspected, accused of the most disgraceful theft ; Prosper, whom your uncle has just delivered up to justice, and who, be- fore the day has gone by, will be arrested and thrown into prison." Madeleine, with a terrified gesture, cried in a tone of anguish : " Good heavens ! Prosper, what are you say- ing?" " What ! mademoiselle, do you not know what has happened ? Have not your aunt and cousins told you ? " " They have told me nothing. I have scarcely seen my cousins this morning ; and my aunt is so ill that I feU 20 FILE NO. 113. uneasy, and came to tell my uncle. But for heaven's sake, speak : tell me the cause of your distress." Prosper hesitated. Perhaps it occurred to him to open his heart to Madeleine, of revealing to her his most secret thoughts. A remembrance of the past checked his con- fidence. He sadly shook his head, and replied : " Thanks, mademoiselle, for this proof of interest, the last, doubtless, that I shall ever receive from you ; but allow me, by being silent, to spare you distress, and myself the mortification of blushing before you." Madeleine interrupted him imperiously : " I insist upon knowing," she said. " Alas ! mademoiselle," answered Prosper, " you will only too soon learn my misfortune and disgrace ; then, yes then, you will applaud yourself for what you have done." She became more urgent ; instead of commanding she entreated ; but Prosper was inflexible. " Your uncle is in the adjoining room, with the commissary of police and a detective," said he. " They will soon return. I entreat you to retire that they may not find you here." As he spoke he gently pushed her through the door, and closed it upon her. It was time, for the next moment the commissary and M. Fauvel entered. They had visited the main entrance and the waiting-room, and had heard nothing of what had passed. But Fanferlot had heard for them. This ex- cellent bloodhound had not lost sight of the cashier. He said to himself, " Now that my young gentleman believeg himself to be alone, his face will betray him. I shall de- tect a smile or a gesture that will enlighten me." Leaving M. Fauvel and the commissary to pursue their investigations, he posted himself to watch. He saw the door open, and Madeleine appear upon the threshold ; he lost not a single word or gesture of the rapid scene which had passed. It mattered little that every word of this scene was an enigma. M. Fanferlot was skilful enough to complete the sentences he did not understand. As yet he only had a suspicion ; but a mere suspicion is bet- than nothing ; it is a point to start from. So ready was he in building a plan upon the slightest incident, that he thought he saw in the past of these people, who were utter strangers to him, glimpses of a domestic drama. If the commissary of police is a sceptic, the detective has faith, / FILE NO. 113. 21 he believes in evil. " I understand the case now," said he to himself. " This man loves the young lady, who is really very pretty; and, as he is handsome,! suppose his love is reciprocated. This love affair vexes the banker, who, not knowing how to get rid of the importunate lover by fair means has to resort to foul, and plans this imaginary robbery, which is very ingenious." Thus, to M. Fanferlot's mind, the banker had simply robbed himself, and the innocent cashier was the victim of a vile machination. But this conviction was at present of little service to Prosper. Fanferlot, the ambitious man, who had determined to obtain renown in his profession, decided to keep his conjectures to himself. " I will let the others go their way, and I'll go mine," he said. "When, by dint of close watching and patient investigation, I shall have collected proof sufficient to insure certain conviction, I will unmask the scoundrel." He was radiant. He had at last found the crime, so long looked for, which would make him celebrated. Nothing was wanting, neither the odious circumstances, nor the mystery, nor even the romantic and sentimental element represented by Prosper and Madeleine, Success seemed difficult, almost impossible ; but Fanferlot, "the squirrel," had great confidence in his own genius for investiga- tion. Meanwhile, the search up stairs was completed, and every one had returned to Prosper's office. The commis- sary, who had seemed so calm when he first came, now looked grave and perplexed. The moment for taking a decisive part had come, yet it was evident that he hesitated. ^' You see, gentlemen," he began, " our search has only confirmed our first opinion." M. Fauvel and Prosper bowed assentingly. " And what do you think, M. Fanferlot ? " continued the commissary. Fanferlot did not answer. Occupied in studying the lock of the safe, he manifested signs of a lively surprise. Evidently he had just made an important discovery. M. Fauvel, Prosper, and the commissary rose, and surrounded him. " Have you discovered any trace ? " asked the banker eagerly. Fanferlot turned round with a vexed air. He re- proached himself for not having concealed his imprea- 22 FILE NO. \\y sions. " Oh ! " said he carelessly, " I have discovered nothing of importance." " But we should like to know," said Prosper. " I have merely convinced myself that this safe has been recently opened or shut, I know not w^hich, with some violence and haste." " How so ? " asked the commissary, becoming attentive. " Look, sir, at this scratch near the lock." The commissary stooped down, and carefully examined the safe ; he saw a slight scratch several inches long that had removed the outer coat of varnish. " I see the scratch," said he, " but what does it prove t " " Oh, nothing at all ! " said Fanferlot. " I just now told you it was of no importance." Fanferlot said this, but it was not his real opinion. This scratch, undeniably fresh, had for him a signification that escaped the others. He said to himself : "This con- firms my supicions. If the cashier had stolen millions, there was no occasion for his being in a hurry ; whereas the banker creeping down in the dead of the night with furtive footsteps, for fear of awakening the man in the outer room, in order to rifle his own safe, had every reason to tremble, to hurry, to hastily withdraw the key, which, slipping out of the lock, scratched off the varnish." Resolved to unravel alone the tangled thread of this mystery, the detective determined to keep his conjectures to himself ; for the same reason he was silent as to the interview which he had witnessed between Madeleine and Prosper. He hastened to withdraw attention from the scratch upon the lock. " To conclude," he said, ad- dressing the commissary, " I am convinced that no one outside of the bank could have obtained access to this room. The safe, moreover, is intact. No suspicious press- ure has been used on the movable buttons. I can assert that the lock has not been tampered with by burglars' tools or false keys. Those who opened the safe knew the word, and possessed the key." This formal affirmation of a man whom he knew to be skilful ended the hesitation of the commissary. " That being the case," he replied, " I must request a few mo« ments conversation with M. Fauvel." " I am at your service," said the banker. Prosper foresaw the result of this conversation, Ha F/LE NO. 113. 23 quietly placed his hat on the table to show that he had no intention of attempting to escape, and passed into the ad joining office. Fanferlot also went out, but not before the •^.ommissary had made him a sign, and received one in return. This sign signified, " You are responsible for this rt:an." The detective needed no hint to make him keep a strict watch. His suspicions were too vague, his desire for suc- cess was too ardent, for him to lose sight of Prosper an instant. Closely following the cashier, he seated himself in a dark corner of the office, and, pretending to be sleepy, he fixeJ himself in a comfortable position for taking a nap, gaped antil his jawbone seemed about to be dislocated, then closed his eyes and kept perfectly quiet. Prosper took a seat at the desk of an absent clerk. The others were burning to know the result of the inves- tigation ; their eyes shone with curiosity, but they dared not asK a question. Unable to restrain himself any longer, little Cavaillon, Prosper's defender, ventured to say « " Weli^ who stole the money .'' " Prosper shrugged his shoulders. " Nobody knows," he replied!. Was this conscious innocence or hardened reckless- ness ? The clerks observed with bewildered surprise that Prosper had resumed his usual manner — that sort of icy haughtiness that kept people at a distance, and made him so unpopular in the bank. Save the death-like pallor of his face, and the dark circles around his swollen eyes, he bore no traces of the pitiable agitation he had exhibited not long before. Never would a stranger en- tering the office have supposed that this young man, idly lounging in a chair and toying with a pencil, was resting under an accusation of robbery, and was about to be ar- rested. He soon stopped playing with the pencil, and drew towards him a sheet of paper upon which he hastily wrote a few lines. " Ah, ha ! " thought Fanferlot, the squirrel, whose hear* mg and sight were wonderfully good in spite of his pro* found sleep ; " eh ! eh ! he makes his little confidential communication on paper, I see ; now we will discover something positive." His note written, Prosper folded it carefully into the gniallest possible size, and after furtively glancing towarcjg 24 FILE NO. 113. the detective, who remained motionless in his cornerj threw it across the desk to little Cavaillon with this one word — " Gipsy ! " All this was so quickly and cleverly done that Fanfer- lot was confounded, and began to feel a little uneasy. *' The devil take him ! " said he to himself ; " for a suffer- ing innocent this young dandy has more pluck and nerve than many of my oldest customers. This, however, shows the result of education ! " Yes, innocent or guilty. Prosper must have been en- dowed with great self-control and power of dissimulation to affect this presence of mind at a time when his honor, his future happiness, all that he held dear in life, were at stake. And he was not more than thirty years old. Either from natural deference, or from the hope of gain- ing some ray of light by a private conversation, the com- missary determined to speak to the banker before acting decisively. " There is not a shadow of doubt," said he, as soon as they were alone ; " this young man has robbed you. It would be a gross neglect of duty if I did not se- cure his person. The law will decide whether he shall be released, or sent to prison." This declaration seemed to distress the banker. He sank into a chair, and murmured : " Poor Prosper ! " See- ing the astonished look of his listener, he added : " Until to- day, I have always had the most implicit faith in my cash- ier's honesty, and would have unhesitatingly confided my fortune to his keeping. Almost on my knees have I be- sought and implored him to confess that in a moment of desperation he had taken the money, promising him par- don and forgetfulness ; but I could not move him. I loved him ; and even now, in spite of the trouble and hu- miliation that he is heaping upon me, I cannot bring my- self to feel harshly towards him." The commissary looked as if he did not understand, "What do you mean by humiliation ? " he asked. " What ! " said M. Fauvel excitedly, " is not justice the same for all ? Because I am the head of a bank, and he only a clerk, does it follow that my word is more to be relied upon than his ? Why could I not have robbed my- self ? Such things have been done. They will ask me fgr f^ct§ ; and I shall be compelled to expose the exact FILE NO. 113. 27 situation of my house, explain my affairs, disclose the se- cret and method of my operations." " It is possible that you will be called upon for some ex- planation ; but your well-known integrity — " " Alas ! He was honest too. His integrity has never been doubted. Who would have been suspected this morning if I had not been able to instantly produce a hun- dred thousand crowns ? Who would be suspected if I could not prove that my assets exceed my liabilities by more than three millions ? " To a strictly honorable man, the thought, the possi- bility of suspicion tarnishing his fair name, is cruel suffer- ing. The banker suffered, and the commissary of police saw it, and felt for him. " Be calm, sir," said he ; " before the end of a week, justice will have collected sufficient proof to establish the guilt of this unfortunate man, whom we may now recall." Prosper entered with Fanferlot — whom they had much trouble to awaken-^-and with the most stolid indifference listened to the announcement of his arrest. In response he calmly said : " I swear that I am guiltless." M. Fauvel, much more disturbed and excited than his cashier, made a last attempt. " It is not too late yet, poor boy," he said : " for heaven's sake reflect — " Prosper did not appear to hear him. He drew from his pocket a small key, which he laid on the table, and said : " Here, sir, is the key of your safe. I hope for my sake that you will some day be convinced of my innocence ; and I hope for your sake that the conviction will not come too late." Then as every one was silent, he resumed : " Be- fore leaving I hand over to you the books, papers, and ac- counts necessary for my successor. I must at the same time inform you that, w^ithout speaking of the stolen three hundred and fifty thousand francs, I leave a deficit in cash." A deficit ! This ominous word frOm the lips of the cash- ier fell like a bombshell upon the ears of Prosper's hearers. His declaration was interpreted irr-divers ways. " A deficit ! " thought the commissary ; " how, after this, can his guilt be doubted ? Before stealing the whole con- tfiODits of the safe, he has kept his hand in by occasional small ihefts." " A deficit ! " said the detective to himself, " now, no doubt, the very innocence of tiiis poor wretch 26 PILE NO. 113. gives his conduct an appearance of great depravity ; were he guilty, he would have replaced the first money by a portion of the second." The grave importance of Prosper's statement was con- siderably lessened by the explanation he proceeded to make : " There is a deficit of three thousand five kundred francs on my cash account, which has been disposed of in the following manner : two thousand taken by myself in advance on my salary ; fifteen hundred advanced to sev- eral of my fellow clerks. This is the last day of the month : to-morrow the salaries will be paid, consequently — " The commissary interrupted him — "Were you author* ized to draw money whenever you wished for yourself or the clerks ? " " No ; but I knew that M. Fauvel would not have re- fused me permission to oblige my friends in the bank. What I did is done everywhere ; I have simply followed my predecessor's example." The banker made a sign of assent. " As regards that spent by myself," continued the cashier, " I had a sort of right to it, all of my savings being deposited in this bank ; about fifteen thousand francs." " That is true," said M. Fauvel , " M. Bertomy has at least that amount on deposit." This last question settled, the commissary's errand was at an end, and his report might now be made. He an- nounced his intention of leaving, and ordered the cashier to prepare to follow him. Usually, the moment — when stern reality stares us in the face, when our individuality is lost, and we feel that we are being deprived of our liberty — is terrible. At the fatal command, " Follow me," which brings before our eyes the yawning prison gates, the most hardened sinner feels his courage fail, and abjectly begs for mercy. But Prosper lost none of that studied stoicism which the com- missary of police secretly pronounced consummate impu- dence. Slowly, with as much careless ease as if going to lunch with a friend, he smoothed his hair, drew on his overcoat and gloves, and said politely : " I am ready, sir, to accompany you." The commissary folded up his note-book, and bowing to M. Fauvel, said to Prosper, " Come with me ! " They left the room, and with a distressed face, and eyes FILE NO. 113, fjr filled with tears that he could not restrain, the banker stood watching their retreating forms. " Good heavens ! " he exclaimed : " gladly would I give twice that sum to regain my old confidence in poor Pros- per, and be able to keep him with me ! " The quick-eared Fanferlot overheard these words, and prompt to suspicion, and ever disposed to impute to others the deep astuteness peculiar to himself, was convinced they had beei uttered for his benefit. He had remained behind the others, under pretext of looking for an imagin- ary umbrella, and, as he reluctantly departed, said he would call in again to see if it had been found. It was Fanfc^rlot's task to escort Prosper to prison ; but, as they were about starting, he asked the commissary to leave him at liberty to pursue another course, a request which liis superior granted. Fanferlot h~ad resolved to obtain possession of Prosper's note, which he knew to be in Cavaillon's pocket. To obtain this written proof, which must be an important one, appeared the easiest thing in the world. He had simply to arrest Cavaillon, frighten him, demand the letter, and, if necessary, take it by force. But to what would this lead ? To nothing but an incom- plete and doubtful result. Fanferlot was convinced that the note was int ;nded, not for the young clerk, but for a third person. If exas- perated, Cavaillon might refuse to divulge who this person was, who after all might not bear the name " Gipsy " pro- nounced by the cashier. And, even if he did answer his questions, would he not lie } After mature reflection, Fan ferlot decided that it would be superfluous to ask for a se- cret when it could be surprised. To quietly follow Cavail- lon, and keep close watch on him until he caught him in the very act of handing over the letter, was but play for the de- tective. This method of proceeding, moreover, was much more in keeping with the character of Fanferlot, who, being naturally soft and stealthy, deemed it due to his profession to avoid all disturbance or anything resembling violence. Fanfe riot's plan was settled when he reached the vesti- bule. He began talking with an office-boy, and, after a few apparently idle questions, discovered that Fauvel's bank had no outlet on the Rue de la Victoire, and that con- sequently all the clerks were obliged to pass in and out through the main entrance in the Rue de Provence, Froni 28 FILE NO. 113. this moment the task he had undertaken no longer pre- sented a shadow of difficulty. He rapidly crossed the street, and took up his position under a gateway. His post of ob- servation was admirably chosen ; not only could he see every one who entered and came out of the bank, but he also commanded a view of all the windows, and by stand= ing on tiptoe could look through the grating and see Ca- vaillon bending over his desk. Fanferlot waited a long time, but did not get impatient, for he had often remained on watch entire days and nights at a time, with much less important objects in view than the present one. Besides, his mind was busily occupied in estimating the value of his discoveries, weighing his chances, and, like Perrette with her pot of milk, building the foun- dation of his fortune upon present success. Finally, about one o'clock, he saw Cavaillon rise from his desk, change his coatj and take down his hat. " Very good ! " he ex- claimed, " my man is coming out ; I must keep my eyes open." The next moment Cavaillon appeared at the door of the bank ; but before stepping on the pavement he looked up and down the street in an undecided manner. " Can he suspect anything ? " thought Fanferlot. No, the young clerk suspected nothing; only having a commission to execute, and fearing his absence would be ob- served, he was debating with himself which would be the shortest road for him to take. He soon decided, entered the Faubourg Montmartre, and walked up the Rue Notre Dame de Lorette so rapidly, utterly regardless of the grumbling passers-by whom he elbowed out of his way, that Fanferlot found it difficult to keep him in sight. Reaching the Rue Chaptal, Cavaillon suddenly stopped, and entered the house numbered 39. He had scarcely taken three steps in the narrow hall when he felt a touch on his shoulder, and turning abruptly found himself face to face with Fanferlot. He recognized him at once, and turn- ing very pale he shrank back, and looked around for means of escape. But the detective, anticipating the attempt, barred the way. Cavaillon saw that he was fairly caught. " What do you want with me .^ " he asked in a voice tremulous with fright. Fanferlot was distinguished among his colleagues for his exquisite suavity and unequalled urbanity. Evei^ FILE NO. 113. 29 with his prisoners he was the perfection of courtesy, and never was known to handcuff a man without first apologiz- ing for being compelled to do so. " You will be kind enough, my dear sir," he said, " to excuse the great lib> ert-y I take ; but I really am under the necessity of ask- ing you for a little information." " Information ! From me, sir "i " " From you, my dear sir ; from M. Eugbne Cavail Ion." " But I do not know you." " Oh, yes, you must remember seeing me this morning. It is only about a trifling matter, and you will overwhelm me with obligations if you will do me the honor to accept my arm, and step outside for a moment." What could Cavaillon do .'* He took Fanferlot's arm, and went out with him. The Rue Chaptal is not one of those noisy thorough- fares where foot-passengers are in perpetual danger of being run over by numberless vehicles dashing to and fro ; there are but two or three shops, and from the corner of the Rue Fontaine, occupied by an apothecar}'-, to the entrance of the Rue Le'onie. extends a high, gloomy wall, broken here and there by some small windows which light the carpenters' shops behind. It is one of those streets where you can talk at your ease, without having to step from the sidewalk every moment. So Fanferlot and Ca- vaillon were in no danger of being disturbed by passers- by- " What I wished to say, my dear sir," began the detec- tive, " is that M. Prosper Bertomy threw you a note this morning." Cavaillon vaguely foresaw that he was to be questioned about this note and instantly put himself on his guard " You are mistaken," he said, blushing to his ears. '' Excuse me for presuming to contradict you, but I am quite certain of what I say." " I assure you that Prosper never gave me anything." "Pray, sir, do not persist in a denial; you will compel me to prove that four clerks saw him throw you a note written in pencil and closely folded." Cavaillon saw the folly of further contradicting a man so well informed; so he changed his tactics, and said : ** IX is true Prosper gave me a note this morning ; but as 30 FILE NO. \i%. it was intended for me alone, after reading it, I tore it up, and threw the pieces in the fire." This might be the truth. Fanferlot feared so ; but how could he assure himself of the fact : He remembered that the most palpable tricks often succeed the best, and, trust- ing to his star, he said at hazard : " Permit me to observe that this statement is not correct ; the note was entrusted to you to give to Gipsy." A despairing gesture from Cavaillon apprised the de- tective that he was not mistaken ; he breathed again. " I swear to you, sir — " began the young man. " Do not swear," interrupted Fanferlot : " all the oaths in the world would be useless. You not only preserved the note, but you came to this house for the purpose of giving it to Gipsy, and it is in your pocket now." " No, sir, no ! " Fanferlot paid no attention to this denial, but continued in his gentlest tone : " And I am sure you will be kind enough to give it to me ; believe me, nothing but the most absolute necessity — " " Never ! " exclaimed Cavaillon ; and, believing the moment favorable, he suddenly attempted to jerk his arm from under Fanferlot's and escape. But his efforts v.ere vain ; the detective's strength was equal to his suavity. "Don't hurt yourself, young man," he said," but take *>iy advice, and quietly give up the letter." " I have not got it." " Very well ; see, you reduce me to painful extremities. If you persist in being so obstinate, I shall call two po- licemen, who will take you by each arm, and escort you to the commissary of police ; and, once there, I shall be under the painful necessity of searching your pockets, whether you will or not." Cavaillon was devoted to Prosper, and willing to make any sacrifice in his behalf ; but he clearly saw that it was worse than useless to struggle any longer, as he would have no time to destroy the note. To deliver it under force was no betrayal ; but he cursed his powerlessness, and almost wept with rage. " I am in your power," he said, and then suddenly drew from his pocket-book the unlucky note, and gave it to the detective. Fanferlot trembled with pleasure as he unfolded the paper; y^t, faithful to his habits of fastidious politene^Si FILE NO. 113. 31 before reading it, he bowed to Cavaillon and said : " You will peimit me, will you not, sir ? " Then he read as fol- lows : — " Dear Nina — If you love me, follow my instructions instantly, without a moment's hesitation, without asking any questions. On the receipt of this note, take every- thing you have in the house, absolutely everytJmig^ and es- tablish yourself in furnished rooms at the other end of Paris. Do not appear in public, but conceal yourself as much as possible. My life may depend on your obedi- ence. I am accused of an outrageous robbery, and am about to be arrested. Take with you five hundred francs, which you will find in the secretary. Leave your address with Cavaillon, who will explain what I have not time to tell. Be . hopeful, whatever happens. Good-by ! — Pros- per." Had Cavaillon been less bewildered, he would have seen blank disappointment depicted upon the detective's face after the perusal of the note. Fanferlot had cher- ished the hope that he was about to possess a very im- portant document which would clearly prove the guilt or innocence of Prosper ; whereas he had only seized a love- letter written by a man who was evic. ..ntly more anxious about the welfare of the woman he loved than about his own. Vainly did he puzzle over the letter, hoping to dis- cover some hidden meaning : twist the words as he would, tliey proved nothing for or against the writer. The two words "absolutely everything" were underscored, it is true ; but they could be interpreted in so many ways. The detective, however, determined not to drop the mat- ter here. "This Madame Nina Gipsy is doubtless a friend of M. Prosper Bertomy ? " "She is \\\?> paj'ticular ix\Q.ViAr " Ah, I understand ; and she lives here at No. 39 ? " " You know it well enough, as you saw me go in there " " I suspected it to be the house, but now tell me whethej the apartments she occupies are rented in her name." "No. Prosper rents them." " Exactly ; and on which floor, if you please ? " " On the first." During this colloquy, Fanferlot had folded up the ote, and slipped it into his pocket. " A thousand thanks," 3t FILE NO. 113. said he, " for the information ; and, in return, I will re lieve you of the trouble of executing your commission." ."Sir!" " Yes ; with your permission, I will myself take this note to Madame Nina Gipsy." Cavaillon began to remonstrate, but Fanferlot cut him short by saying, " I will also venture to give you a piece of advice. Return quietly to your business and have nothing more to do with this affair." " But Prosper is a good friend of mine, and has saved me from ruin more than once." " Only the more reason for 3^our keeping quiet. You cannot be of the slightest assistance to him, and I can tell you that you may be of great injury. As you are known to be his devoted friend, of course your absence at this time will be remarked upon. Any steps that you take in this matter will receive the worst interpretation." " Prosper is innocent, I am sure." Fanferlot was of the same opinion, but he had no idea of betraying his private thoughts ; and yet for the success of his investigations it was necessary to impress the im- portance of prudence and discretion upon the young man. He would have told him to keep silent concerning what had passed between them, but he dared not. " What you say may be true," he said. " I hope it is for the sake of M. Bertomy, and on your own account too ; for, if he is guilty, you will certainly be very much annoyed, and perhaps suspected of complicity, as you are well known to be intimate with him." Cavaillon was overcome. " Now, you had better take my advice, and return to the bank, and — Good morning, sir." The poor fellow obeyed. Slowly and with swelling heart he returned to the Rue Notre Dame de Lorette. He asked himself how he could serve Prosper, warn Mad- ame Gipsy, and above all, have his revenge upon this odious detective, who had just made him suffer such hu' miliation. He had no sooner turned the corner of the street than Fanferlot entered No. 39, mentioned the name of Prosper Bertomy to the concierge, went up stairs, and knocked at the first door he came to. It was opened by a youthful footman, dressed in the most fanciful livery, ** Is Madame Gipsy at home ? " inquired Fanlerlot. FILE NO. 113 i-}, The servant hesitated ; seeing this, Fanferlot showed his note and said • " M. Prosper told me to hand this note to madame and wait for an answer." " Walk in, and I will let madame know you are here." The name of Prosper produced its effect. Fanferlot was ushered into a little room furnished in blue and gold silk damask. Heavy curtains darkened the windows, and hung in front of the doors. The floor was covered with a blue velvet pile carpet. " Our cashier was certainly well lodged," murmured the detective. But he had no time to pursue his inventory. One of the curtains was pushed aside, and Madame Nina Gipsy stood before him. She was quite young, small, and graceful, with a brown or rather gold-colored quad- roon complexion, and the hands and feet of a child. Long curling silk lashes softened the piercing brilliancy of her large black eyes ; her lips were full, and her teeth were very white. She had not yet made her toilet, but wore a velvet dressing-gown, which did not conceal the lace ruffles beneath. But she had already been under the hands of a hairdresser. Her hair was curled and frizzed high on her forehead, and confined by narrow bands of red velvet ; her back hair was rolled in an immense coil, and held by a beautiful gold comb. She was ravishing. Her beauty was so startling that the dazzlea detective was speechless with admiration. " Well," he said to himself, as he remembered the noble, severe beauty of Madeleine, whom he had seen a few hours previous, " Our young gentleman certainly has good taste — very good taste — two perfect beauties ! " While he thus reflected, perfectly bewildered, and won' dering how he could begin the conversation, Madame Gipsy eyed him with the most disd:;uifiil surprise : she was waiting for this shabby little man in a threadbare coat and greasy hat to explain hi:, presence in her dainty drawing-room. She had many creditors, and was recall- ing them, and wondering which one had dared send this man to wipe his dusty boots on her velvet-pile carpets. After scrutinizing him from head to foot with undisguised contempt, she said haughtily, " What is it that you want ? " Any one but Fanferlot would have been offended at her insolent manner ; but he only noticed it to gain some ^ 34 PILE NO. 113. notion of the young woman's disposition. *' She is bad- tempered," he thought, " and is uneducated." While he was speculating upon her merits, Madame Nina hnpatiently stamped her little foot and waited for an an- swer ; finally she said : " Why don't you speak ? What do you want here ? " " I am charged, my dear madame," he answered in his blandest tone, " by M. Bertomy, to give you this note." " From Prosper ! You know him then ? " " I have that honor, madame ; indeed, I may be so bold as to claim him as a friend." "What, sir! You a friend of Prosper!" exclaimed Madame Gipsy in a scornful tone, as if her pride were wounded." Fanferlot did not condescend to notice this offensive ex- clamation. He was ambitious, and contempt failed to ir- ritate him. " I said a friend of his, madame, and there are few people who would have the courage to claim friend- ship for him now." Madame Gipsy was struck by the words and manner of Fanferlot. " I never could guess riddles," she said tartly ; " will you be kind enough to explain what you mean .-' " The detective slowly drew Prosper's note from his pocket, and, with a bow, presented it to Madame Gipsy. " Read madame," he said. She certainly anticipated no misfortune ; although her sight was excellent, she stopped to fasten a tiny gold eye- glass on her nose, then carelessly opened the note. At a glance she read its contents. She turned very pale, then very red ; she trembled as if with a nervous chill ; her limbs seemed to give way, and she tottered so that Fan- ferlot. thinking she was about to fall, extended his arms to catch her. Useless precaution ! Madame Gipsy was one of those women whose inert listlessness conceals indomitable en- ergy; fragile-looking creatures whose powers of endurance and resistance are unlimited ; cat-like in their soft grace and delicacy, especially cat-like in their nerves and mus- cles of steel. The dizziness caused by the shock she hac?. received quickly passed off. She tottered, but did not fall, and stood up looking stronger than ever ; seizing the wrist of the detective she held it as if her delicate little FILE NO. 113. 35 hand were a vice, and cried out : " Explain yoursf^lf \ what does all this mean ? Do you know anything about the contents of this note ? " Although Fanferlot showed plenty of courage in daily contending with the most dangerous rascals, he was almost terrified by the action of Madame Gipsy. " Alas ! " was all he murmured. '"^ Prosper is to be arrested, accused of being a thief ? " *' Yes, madame, he is accused of taking three hundred and fifty thousand francs from the bank-safe." " It is false, infamous, absurd ! " she cried. She had dropped Fanferlot's hand ; and her fury, like that of a spoiled child, found vent in violent actions. She tore her web-like handkerchief, and the magnificent lace on her gown, to shreds. " Prosper steal ! " she cried ; " what a stupid idea ! Why should he steal t Is he not rich ? " *' M. Bertomy is not rich, madame ; he has nothing but his salary." This answer seemed to confound Madame Gipsy. " But," she insisted, " I have always seen him with plenty of money; not rich — then — " She dared not finish ; but her eye met Fanferlot's, and they understood each other. Madame Nina's look meant : " He committed this rob- bery in order to gratify my extravagant whims." Fanfer- lot's glance signified • " Very likely, madame." A few moment's reflection restored Nina's original as- surance. Doubt fled after hovering for an instant over her agitated mind. " No ! " she cried. " I regret to say that Prosper would never have stolen a single sou for me. One can understand a man robbing a bank to obtain the means of bestowing pleasure and luxury upon the woman he loves ; but Prosper does not love me ; he never has loved me." " Oh, my dear lady ! " protested the gallant and insin- • uating Fanferlot, "you surely cannot mean what you say." Her beautiful eyes filled with tears, as she sadly shook (ler head and replied : " I mean exactly what I say. It is only too true. He is ready to gratify my every wish, you may say ; what does that prove t Nothing. I am too well convinced that he does not. love me. I know what love is. Once I was beloved by an affectionate, true- hearted man ; and my own sufferings of the last year make o 6 FILE NO. 113 ine know how miserable I must have made him by iT>y cold return. Alas ! we must suffer ourselves before we can feel for others. No, I am nothing to Prosper ; he would not care if — " " But then, madame, why — " " Ah, yes," interrupted Nina, " why ? You will be very wise if you can answer me. For a year have I vainly sought an answer to this question, so sad to me. I, a woman, cannot answer it ; and I defy you to do so. You cannot discover the thoughts of a man who is so thoroughly master of himself that he never permits a single idea that is passing through his mind to be detected upon his count- enance. I have watched him as only a woman can watch the man upon whom her fate depends, but it has always been in vain. He is kind and indulgent ; but he does not betray himself, never will commit himself. Ignorant peo- ple call him weak, yielding : I tell you that fair-haired man is a rod of iron painted like a reed ! " Carried away by the violence of her feelings, Madame Nina betrayed her inmost thoughts. She was without dis- trust, never suspecting that the stranger listening to her was other than a friend of Prosper. As for Fanferlot, he congratulated himself upon his success. No one but a woman could have drawn him so excellent a portrait ; in a moment of excitement she had given him the most val- uable information ; he now knew the nature of the man with whom he had to deal, which, in an investigation like that he was pursuing, is the principal point. " You know that M. Bertomy gambles," he ventured to say, " and gambling is apt to lead a m.an — " Madame Gipsy shrugged her shoulders, and interrupted him. " Yes, he plays," she said, " but he is not a gambler. I have seen him lose and gain large sums without betray- ing the slightest agitation. He plays as he drinks, as he sups, as he dissipates — without passion, without enthu- siasm, without pleasure. Sometimes he frightens me ; he seems to drag about a body without a soul. Ah, I am not happy ! Never have I been able to overcome his mdiffer- ence, an indifference so great, so reckless, that I often think it must be despair ; nothing will convince me that he has not some terrible secret, some great misfortiw* weighing upon his mind, and making life a burden-'* " Then he has never spoken to you of his past ? " FILE NO. 113. J' " Why should he tell me ? Did you t\o* hear me ? / tetl you he does not love me ! " Madame Nina was overcome by thoughts of the past and tears silently coursed down her cheek<5. But her de- spair was only momentary. She started up, and, her eyes sparkling with generous resolution, she exclaimed : " Bui I love him, and I will save him ! I will see his chief, the miserable wretch who dares to accuse him. I will haunt the judges, and I will prove that he is innocent. Come, /i.r, let us start, and I promise you that before sunset he anall be free, or I shall be in prison with him." Madame Gipsy's project was certainly laudable, and prompted by the noblest sentiments ; but unfortunately it was impracticable. Moreover, it would be going counter to the plans of the detective. Although he had resolved to reserve to himself all the difficulties as well as the ben- efits of this inquiry, Fanferlot saw clearly that he could not conceal the existence of Madame Nina from the inves* tigating magistrate. She would necessarily be brought in- to the case, and be sought after. But he did not wish her to take any steps of her own accord. He proposed to let her appear when and how he judged proper, so that he might gain for himself the merit of having discovered her. Fanferlot's first step was to tr}^ to calm the young woman's excitement. He thought it easy to prove to her that the slightest interference in favor of Prosper would be a piece of folly. " What will you gain by acting thus, my dear madame ? " he asked. *' Nothing. I can assure you that you have not the least chance of success. Re- member that you will seriously compromise yourself. Who knows if you will not be suspected as M. Bertomy's accom- plice?" But this alarming perspective, which had frightened Ca- vaillon into foolishly giving up a letter which he might so easily have retained, only stimulated Gipsy's enthusiasm. Man calculates, while woman follows the inspirations ot her heart. Our most devoted friend, if a man, hesitates and draws back ; if a woman, rushes undauntedly forward, regardless of the danger. " What matters the risk? " she exclaimed. " I don't believe any danger exists ; but, if It does, so much the better : it will be all the more to my credit. I am sure Prosper is innocent; but, if he shou'^ yf FILE NO. 113. be guilty, I wish to share the punishment which awaits him." Madame Gipsy's persistence was becoming alarming. She hastily drew around her a cashmere shawl, put on her bonnet, and, although still wearing her dressing-gown and slippers, declared that she was ready to walk from one end of Paris to the other, in search of this or the other magis •rate. " Come, sir," she said, with feverish impatience. " Are you not coming with me 1 " Fanferlot was perplexed. Happily he had always several strings to his bow. Personal considerations having no hold upon this impulsive nature, he resolved to appeal to her inter- est in Prosper. " I am at your command, my dear lady," he said ; "let us go if you desire it ; only permit me, while there is yet time, to say that we are very probably about to do great mjury to M. Bertomy." "In what way, if you please ? " " Because we are taking a step that he expressly forbade in his letter ; we are surprising him — giving him no warn- ing." Nina scornfully tossed her head, and replied : " There are some people who must be saved without warning, and against their will. I know Prosper; he is just the man to let himself be murdered without a struggle, without speak- ing a word — to give himself up through sheer recklessness and despair." " Excuse me, madame," interrupted the detective : " M. Bertomy has by no means the appearance of a man who has abandoned himself to despair. On the contrary, I think he has already prepared his plan of defence. By showing yourself, when he advises you to remain in con- cealment, you will very likely render his most careful pre- cautions useless." Madame Gipsy was silently weighing the value of Fan- ferlot's objections. Finally she said : " I cannot remain here inactive, without attempting to contribute in some way to his safety. Can you not understand that this floor burns my feet ? " Evidently, if she was not absolutely convinced, her reso- lution was shaken. Fanferlot saw that he was gainmg ground, and this certainty, patting him more at ease, gave- FILE NO. 113. 39 weight to his persuasive eloquence. "You have it in your power, madame," he said, " to render a great service to the man you love." " In what way, sir ? tell me in what way." "Obey him, my child," said Fanferlot, in a paternal tone. Madame Gipsy evidently expected very different advice. " Obey," she murmured, " obey ! " " It is your duty," said Fanferlot with grave dignity ; " it is your sacred duty." She still hesitated ; and he took from the table Prosper's note, which she had laid there, and continued : " What ! M. Bertomy at the most trying moment, when he is ?bout to be arrested, stops to point out your line of conduct ; and you would render vain this wise precaution ! What does he say to you? Let us read over this note, which is like the testament of his liberty. He says, ' If you love me, I entreat you, obey.' And you hesitate to obey. Then you do not love him. Can you not understand, unhappy child, that M. Bertomy has his reasons, terrible, imperious rea- sons, for your remaining in obscurity for the present .'' " Fanferlot understood these reasons the moment he put ais foot in the sumptuous apartment of the Rue Chaptal ; and, if he did not expose them now, it was because he kept them as a good general keeps his reserve, for the purpose of deciding the victory. Madame Gipsy was intelligent enough to divine these reasons. " Reasons for my hiding ! " thought she. " Prosper wishes, then, to keep everyone in ignorance of our inti- macy." She remained thoughtful for a moment ; then a ray of light seemed to cross her mind, and she exclaimed : " Oh, I understand now ! Fool that I was for not seeing it be- fore ! My presence here, where I have been for a year, would be an overwhelming charge against him. An inven- tory of my possessions would be taken — of my dresses, my laces, my jewels — and my luxury would be brought against him as a crime. He would be asked where he obtained the money requisite to lavish all these elegancies on me." The detective bowed, and said : "That is perfectly true, madame." " Then I must fly at once ! Who knows that the police are not already warned, and may appear at any moment ?" 40 FILE NO, 113. " Oh," said Fanferlot with easy assurance, " you have plenty of time ; the police are not so very prompt." " No matter ! " And, leaving the detective alone in the parlor, Madame Nina hastily ran into her bedroom, and calling her maid, her cook, and her little footman, ordered them to empty her drawers and wardrobe of their contents, and assisted them to stuff her best clothing and jewels into her trunks. Suddenly she rushed back to Fanferlot, and said : " Every- thing will be ready for me to start in a few minutes ; but where am I to go ? " " Did not M. Bertomy say, my dear lady, to the other end of Paris ? To a hotel, or furnished apartments." " But I don't know where to find any." Fanferlot seemed to be reflecting ; but he had great difficulty in concealing his delight at a sudden idea that flashed upon him ; his little black eyes fairly danced with joy. " I know a hotel," he said at last, " but it might not suit you. It is not elegantly furnished like this apart- ment." " Should I be comfortable there ? " ** Upon my recommendation you would be treated like a queen, and, above all, you would be kept concealed." ''- Where is it .? " "On the other side of the river, on the Quai Saint Michel. It is called the Grand Archangel, and is kept by Madame Alexandre." Madame Nina was never long making up her mind. " Here are pen and paper," said she, " write your recom- mendation." Fanferlot rapidly wrote, and handed her the letter, say- ing, " With these three lines, madame, you can make Madame Alexandre do anything you wish." " Very good. Now, how am I to let Cavaillon know my address .'* It was he who should have brought me Pros- per's letter." " He was unable to come, madame," interrupted the detective ; " but I will give him your address." Madame Gipsy was about to send for a carriage, but Fanferlot said he was in a hurry and would procure her one. He seemed to be in luck that day ; for a cab was passing the door, and he hailed it. " Wait here," he said to the driver, after telling him that he was a detective. FILE 'U 1 1 J. 41 " for a little brunette who is coming down with some trunks. If she tells you to drive her to the Quai Saint Michel, crack 3'our whip; if she gives you any other address, get down from your box and arrange your harness. I will keep in sight." He stepped across the street, and stood in the door of a wine-shop. He had not long to wait. In a few minutes the loud cracking of a whip apprised him that Madame Nina had started for the Hotel of the Grand Archangel, "Aha," said he gayly, " I hold her at any rate." IV. At the same hour that Madame Nina Gipsywas seeking refuge at the Grand Archangel, so highly recommended by Fanferlot, Prosper Bertomy was being consigned to the depot of the Prefecture of Police. From the moment he had resumed his habitual composure, he never once fal- tered. Vainly did the people around him watch for a suspicious expression, or any sign of his giving way under the embarrassment of his situation. His face was stolid as marble, and one would have supposed him insensible to the horrors of his condition, had not his heavy breathing, and the beads of perspiration standing on his brow, be- trayed the intense agony he was suffering. At the police station, where Prosper had to wait for two hours while the commissary went to receive orders from higher authorities, he entered into conversation with the two police agents w^ho had charge of him. At twelve o'clock he said he was hungry, and sent to a restaurant near by for his lunch, which he ate with a good appetite, and also drank nearly a bottle of wine. While he was thus occupied, several clerks from the Prefecture, who have to transact business daily with the commissaries of police, eyed him curiously. They all formed the same opinion, and admiringly said to each other : " Well, he is certainly made of strong stuff, that fellow ! " And again : " The young gentleman doesn't seem to care much. He has evidently something in reserve." When he was told that a cab was waiting for him at the door, he at once rose ; but, before going Dut, requested permission to light a cigar, which was granted him. A 42 FILE NO. 113. flowef-girl stood just by the door, and he stopped and bought a bunch of violets of her. The girl, seeing that he was arrested, said, by way of thanks : " Good luck to you, my poor gentleman ! " Prosper appeared touched by this mark of interest, and replied : " Thanks, my good girl, but 'tis a long time since luck has been in my way." It was magnificent weather, a bright spring morning. As the cab went along the Rue Montmartre, Prosper kept^ his head out of the window, smilingly complaining at the same time at being imprisoned on such a lovely day, when everything outside was so sunny and pleasant. " It is singular," he said : " I never felt so great a desire to take a walk." One of the police agents, a large, jovial, red-faced man, received this remark with a hearty burst of laughter, and said : " I understand." While Prosper was going through the formalities of the commitment, he replied with haughty brevity to the indis- pensable questions that were put to him. But after being ordered to empty his pockets on the table, they began to search him, his eyes flashed with indignation, and a single tear coursed down his flushed cheek. In an instant he had recovered his stony calmness, and stood up motionless, with his arms raised in the air so that the rough creatures about him could more conveniently ransack him from head to foot, to assure themselves that he had no suspicious object concealed under his clothes. The search would have, perhaps, been carried to th '"^ant by Madame Nunes, and accompanied her to Lis- bon. How long she remained in Lisbon, and what she did while she remained there is not reported. But in 1861 she returned to Paris, and was sentenced to three months' Imprisonment for assault and battery. Ah, she returned from Portugal with the name of Nina Gipsy." " But, I assure you, sir," Prosper began. " Yes, I understand : this history is less romantic^ doubtless, than the one related to you ; but then it has the merit of being true. We lose sight of Palmyre Chocareille, called Gipsy, upon her release from prison ; but we meet her again six months later, she having made the acquaint- ance of a commercial traveller named Caldas, who became infatuated with her beauty, and furnished some rooms for ner near the Bastile. She assumed his name for some time, then she deserted him to devote herself to you. Did you ever hear of this Caldas .'' " " Never, sir." " This foolish man so deeply loved this creature that her desertion drove him almost insane through grief. He was ver)' resolute, and publicly swore that he would kill his rival if he ever found him. The current report after- wards was, that he committed suicide. He certainly sold the furniture of the house occupied by the woman Choca- reille, and suddenly disappeared. All the efforts made to discover him proved fruitless." 5 66 FILE NO. ix%. The magistrate paused a moment as if to give Prosper time for reflection, and then slowly said : " And this is the woman whom you made your companion, the woman for whom you robbed the bank ! " Once more M. Patrigent was on the wrong track, owing to Fanferlot's incomplete information. He had hoped that Prosper would betray himself by uttering some pas- sionate retort when. thus wounded to the quick; but the latter remained impassible. Of all that the magistrate had said to him his mind dwelt upon only one v/ord — " Caldas," the name of the poor commercial traveller who had killed himself. " At any rate," insisted M. Patrigent, "you will confess that this girl has caused your ruin." " I cannot confess that, sir, for it is not true." " Yet she is the cause of your extravagance. Listen," — the magistrate here drew a bill from the file of papers — " During December you paid her dressmaker, Van Klo- pen, for two out-door costumes, nine hundred francs ; one evening dress, seven hundred francs ; one domino, trimmed with lace, four hundred francs." " I spent that money of my own free will ; but, never- theless, I was not in the least attached to her." M. Patrigent shrugged his shoulders. " You cannot deny the evidence," said he. " I suppose you will also say that it was not for this girl's sake you ceased spending your evenings at M. Fauvel's ? " " I assure you that she was not the cause of my ceasing to visit M. Fauvel's family." " Then why did you suddenly break off your attentions to a young lady whom you confidently expected to marry, and whose hand you had written to your father to ask for you ? " "I had reasons which I cannot reveal," answered Pros- per with emotion. The magistrate breathed freely ; at last he had discov- ered a vulnerable point in the prisoner's armor. " Did Mademoiselle Madeleine banish you from her presence ? " Prosper was silent, and seemed agitated. " Speak," said M. Patrigent ; " I must tell you that this is one of the most important circumstances in your case." " Whatever the cost may be, on this subject I am com* pelled to keep silence." FILE NO. 113. 6j " Beware of what you do ; justice will not be satisfied with scruples of conscience," M. Patrigent waited for an answer. None came. " You persist in your obstinacy, do you? " continued he. " Well, we will go on to the next question. You have, during the last year, spent fifty thousand francs. Your resources are at an end, and your credit is exhausted ; to continue your mode of life was impossible. What did you intend to do ? " " I had no settled plan. I thought it might last as long as it would, and then I — " " And then you w^ould abstract money from the safe ; was it not so ?" " Ah, sir, if I were guilty I should not be here ! I should never have been such a fool as to return to the bank ; I should have fled." M. Patrigent could not restrain a smile of satisfaction, and exclaimed : " Exactly the argument I expected you to use. You showed your shrewdness precisely by staying to face the storm, instead of flying the country. Several recent cases have taught dishonest cashiers that flight abroad is dangerous. Railways travel fast, but telegrams travel faster. A French thief can be arrested in London within forty-eight hours after his description has been tele- graphed. Even America is no longer a refuge. You re- mained, prudently and wisely, saying to yourself, ' I will manage to avoid suspicion ; and, even if I am found out, I shall be free again after three or five years' seclusion, with a large fortune to enjoy.' Many people would sacri- fice five years of their lives for three hundred and fifty thousand francs." " But, sir, had I calculated in the manner you describe, I should not have been content with three hundred and fifty thousand francs — I should have waited for an oppor- tunity to steal a million. I often had that sum in my charge." " Oh ! it is not always convenient to wait." Prosper was buried in deep thought for some minutes. " Sir," he finally said, " there is one detail I forgot to oaention before, and it may be of importance." " Explain, if you please." " The messenger whom I sent to the Bank of France for the money must have seen me tie up the bundles of 68 FILE NO. uj. notes and put them away in the safe. At any rate, he knows'that I left my office before he did." " Very well ; the man shall be examined. Now you can return to your cell ; and once more I advise you to con- sider the consequences of your persistent denial." M. Patrigent thus abruptly dismissed Prosper because he wished to act immediately upon this last piece of informa- tion. " Sigault," said he, as soon as Prosper had left the room, " is not this messenger the man who was excused from being examined from his having sent a doctor's certificate declaring him too ill to appear ? " " It is, sir." " Where does he live ? " " Fanferlot says he was so ill that he was taken to the hospital — the Dubois Hospital." " Very good. I am going to examine him to-day, this very hour. Take your pen and paper, and send for a cab." It was some distance from the Palais de Justice to the Dubois Hospital ; but the cabman, urged by the promise of a handsome present for himself, made his sorry jades fly as if they were blood horses. Would the messenger be able to answer any questions ? That was the point. The physician in charge of the hos- pital said that, although the man suffered severely from a broken knee, his mind was perfectly clear. " That being the case," said the magistrate, " I wish to examine him, and desire that no one be admitted while he makes his deposition." " Oh ! you will not be intruded upon ; his room contains four beds, but with the exception of his own they are just now all unoccupied." When the messenger saw the magistrate enter, followed by a tall thin young man with a portfolio under his arm, he at once knew what they had come for. " Ah," he said, you have come to see me about M. Bertomy's affair t " " Precisely." M.' Patrigent remained standing by the sick-bed while Sigault arranged his papers on a little table. In answer to the usual questions, the messenger stated that he was named Antonin Poche, was forty years old, born at C* daujac in the Gironde, and was unmarried. FILE NO. 113. 69 (( " Now," said the magistrate, " are you well enough to answer clearly any questions I may put to you ? " " Yes, certainly, sir.'' " Did you, on the 27th of February, go to the Bank of France for the three hundred and fifty thousand francs that were stolen ? " " Yes, sir." " At what hour did you return with the money ? '* I " It must have been five o'clock when I got back." " Do you remember what M. Bertomy did when you handed him the notes ? Now, do not be in a hurry ; think before you answer the question." " Let me see : first he counted the notes, and made them up into four packages ; then he put them in the safe, which he afterwards locked, and then — it seems to me — yes, I am not mistaken, he went out ! " He uttered these last words with so much energy, that, forgetting his knee he half started up in bed, giving \'^xi\ at the same time to a cry of pain. *' Are you sure of what you say ? " asked the magistrate. M. Patrigent's solemn tone seemed to frighten Antonin. " Sure .'' " he exclaimed with marked hesitation ; " I would bet my head on it, yet I am not more sure than that ! " It was impossible to get him to be more precise in his answers. He had been frightened. He already imagined himself compromised, and for a trifle would have retracted everything. But the effect was none the less produced, and when they retired M. Patrigentsaid to Sigault : "This is a very important piece of evidence." VI. The hotel of the Grand Archangel, Madame Gipsy's asylum, was the most elegant one on the Quai St Michel. At this hotel si person who pays her fortnight's board in advance is treated with marked consideration. Madame Alexandre,who had been a handsome woman, A^as now stout, laced till she could scarcely breathe, always over-dressed, and fond of wearing a number of flashy gold chains around her fat neck. She had bright eyes and white teeth ; but, alas, a red nose. Of all her weaknesses —and heaven knows she had indulged in every variety—* 70 FILE NO. 113. only one remained ; she loved a good dinner, washed down v/ith plenty of good wme. But she loved her husband ; and, about the time M. Patrigent was leaving the hospital, she began to feel worried because her " little man " had not returned to dinner. She was about to sit down with- out him, when the waiter cried out : " Here is master.'* And Fanferlot appeared in person. ( Three years before, Fanferlot had kept a little private inquiry office ; Madame Alexandre dealt without a license in perfumery and toilet articles, and, finding it necessary to have some of her doubtful customers watched, engaged Fanferlot's services ; this was the origin of their acquaint- ance. If they went through the marriage ceremony for the good of the mayoralty and the church, it was because they imagined it would, like a baptism, wash out the sins of the past. Upon this momentous day, Fanferlot gave up his private inquiry office, and entered the police, where he had already been occasionally employed, and Madame Alex- andre retired from business. Uniting their savings, they hired and furnished the Grand Archangel, which they were now carrying en pros- perously, esteemed by their neighbors, who were ignorant of Fanferlot's connection with the police force. "Why, how late you are, my little man!" exclaimed Madame Alexandre as she dropped her knife and fork, and rushed forward to embrace her husband. Fanferlot received her caresses with an air of abstrac- tion. " My back is broken," he said. " I have been the whole day playing billiards with Evariste, M. Fauvel's valet, and allowed him to win as often as he wished — a man who does not know what pool is ! I became acquainted with him yesterday, and now I am his best friend. If I wish to enter M. Fauvel's service in Antonin's I^lace, I can rely upon Evariste's good word." "What, you be an office messenger ? you ? " " Of course I would. How else am I to get an oppor- tunity of studying my characters, if I am not on the spot to continually watch them ? " " Then the valet gave you no information ? '* " None that I could make use of, and yet I turned him inside out like a glove. This banker is a remarkable man ; you don't often meet with one of his sort nowadays FILE NO. 113. 71. Evariste says he has not a single vice, not even a little defect by which his valet could gain ten sous. He neither smokes, drinks, nor plays ; in fact, he is a saint. He is worth millions, and lives as respectably and quietly as a grocer. He is devoted to his wife, adores his children, is very hospitable, but seldom goes into society." " Then his wife is young ? " " No, she must be about fifty." Madam Alexandre reflected a minute, then asked : *' Did you inquire about the other members of the family 1 " " Certainly. The younger son is in the army. The elder son, Lucien, lives with his parents, and is altogether as proper as a young lady. He is so good, indeed, that he is perfectly stupid." " And what about the niece ? " " Evariste could tell me nothing about her." Madam Alexandre shrugged her fat shoulders. " If you have discovered nothing," she said, " it is because there is nothing to be discovered. Still, do you know what I would do, if I were you ? " " Tell me." " I would consult M. Lecoq." Fanferlot jumped up as if he had been shot. " Now, that's pretty advice ! " he exclaimed. " Do you want me to lose my place ? M. Lecoq does not suspect that I have anything to do with the case, excepting to obey his orders." " Nobody told you to let him know you were investiga- ting it on your own account. You can consult him with an air of indifference, as if you were not at all interested ; and, after you have got his opinion, you can take advantage of it." The detective weighed his wife's words, and then said : " Perhaps you are right ; yet M. Lecoq is so deucedly shrewd, that he might see through me." " Shrewd ! " echoed Madam Alexandre ; " shrewd ! All of you at the Prefecture say that so often, that he has gained his reputation by it. You are just as sharp as he is." *' Well, we will see. I will think the matter over ; but, ID the mean time, what does the girl say 1 " The " girl " was Madame Nina Gipsy. In taking up her abode at the Grand Archangel, Mad 72 FILE NO. 113. ame Nina thought she was following good advice ; and, as Fanferlot had never appeared in her presence since, she was still under the impression that she had obeyed a friend of Prosper's. When she received her summons from M. Patrigent, she admired the wonderful skill of the police in discovering her hiding place ; for she had established her- self at the hotel under a false, or rather her true name, Palmyre Chocareille. Artfully questioned by her inquisi- tive landlady, she had, without any mistrust, confided her history to her. Thus Fanferlot was able to impress the magistrate with the idea of his being a skilful detective, when he pretended to have discovered all this information from a variety of sources. " She is still up stairs," replied Madame Alexandre. " She suspects nothing ; but to keep her in the house be- comes every day more difficult. I don't know what the magistrate told her, but she came home quite beside her- self with anger. She wanted to go and make a fuss at M. Fauvel's. Then she wrote a letter, which she told Jean to post for her ; but I kept it to show you." " What ! " interrupted Fanferlot, " you have a letter, and did not tell me before ? Perhaps it contains the clue to ^e m3^stery. Give it to me, quick." Obeying her husband, Madame Alexandre opened a little cupboard and took out a letter, which she handed to him. " Here, take it," she said, "and be satisfied." Considering that she used to a chamber-maid, Palmyre Chocareille, since become Madame Gipsy, wiote well. Her letter bore the following address, written '.n a free, flowing hand : " M. L. DE Clameran, " Forge- Master^ Httel du Louvre, ** To be handed to M. Raoul de Lagors. "(Immediate.)" " Oh, ho ! " said Fanferlot, accompanying his exclama tion with a little whistle, as was his habit when he thought he had made a grand discovery. " Oh, ho ! " " Are you going to open it ? '* inquired Madame Alex- Andre. " A little bit," said Fanferlot, as he dexterously opened ^he envelope. FILE NO. 113. 73 Madame Alexandre leaned over her husband's shoulder, and they both read the following : " Monsieur Raoul — Prosper is in prison, accused of a robbery which he never committed. I wrote to you three days ago." " What ! " interrupted Fanferlot, " this silly girl wrote, and I never saw the letter ? " " But, little man, she must have posted it herself, the day she went to the Palais de Justice." " Very likely," said Fanferlot, propitiated. He con- tinued reading : " I wrote to you three days ago, and have no reply. Who will help Prosper if his best friends desert him ? If you don't answer this letter, I shall consider myself re- leased from a certain promise, and without scruple will tell Prosper of the conversation I overheard between you and M. de Clameran. But I can count on you, can I not? I shall expect you at the Grand Archangel, on the Quai St. Michel, the day after to-morrow, between twelve and four. — Nina Gipsy." The letter read, Fanferlot at once proceeded to copy it. " Well ! " said Madame Alexandre, " what do you think ? " Fanferlot was delicately refastening the letter when the door of the hotel office was abruptly opened, and the waiter twice whispered : " Pst ! Pst ! " Fanferlot rapidly disappeared into a dark closet. He had barely time to close the door before Madame Gipsy entered the room. The poor girl was sadly changed. She was pale and hollow-cheeked, and her eyes were red with weeping. On seeing her, Madame Alexandre could not conceal her surprise. " Why, my child, you are not going out "i " said she. " I am obliged to do so, madame ; and I have come to ask you to tell any one that may call during my absence to wait until I return." '' But where in the world are you going at this hour, unwell as you are ? " For a moment Madame Gipsy hesitated, " Oh," sha said, "you are so kind that I am tempted to (xmfide ig J 4 FILE NO. 113. you ; read this note which a messenger just now brought to me." " What !" cried Madame Alexandre perfectly aghast; ** a messenger enter my house, and go up to your room ! " " Is there anything surprising in that ? " " No, oh, no ! nothing surprising." And in a tone loud enough to be heard in the closet, Madame Alexandre read the note : " A friend of Prosper's who can neither receive you, nor present himself at your hotel, is very anxious to speak to' you. Be in the omnibus office opposite the tower of Saint Jacques, to-night at nine precisely, and the writer will be there, and tell you what he has to say. " I have appointed this public place for the rendezvous so as to relieve your mind of all fear." " And you are going to this rendezvous ? " *' Certainly, madame." " But it is imprudent, foolish : it is a snare to entrap you." " It makes no difference," interrupted Nina. " I am so unfortunate already that I have nothing more to dread. Any change would be a relief." And, without waiting to hear anything more, she went off. The door had scarcely closed upon her before Fanferlot bounced from the closet. The mild detective was white with rage, and swore vio- lently. " What is the meaning of this ? " he cried. " Am I to stand by and have people walking all over the Grand Archangel as if it were a public street ? " Madame Alex- andre stood trembling, and dared not speak. '' Was ever such impudence heard of before ! " he continued. " A mes- senger comes into my house, and goes up stairs without be- ing seen by anybody ! I will look into this. And the idea of you, Madame Alexandre, you, a sensible woman, being idiotic enough to try and persuade that little viper not to keep the appointment ! " " But, my dear — " " Had you not sense enough to know that I would follow her, and discover what she is attempting to conceal ? Come, make haste and help me, so that she won't recog- nize me." In a few minutes Fanferlot was completely disguised by ,1 thick beard, a wig, and a linen blouse, and looked for all the world like one of those disreputable working men FILE NO, 113. . 1\ who go about seeking for employment, and, at the same time, hoping they may not find any. " Have you your life preserver ? " asked the solicitous Madame Alexandre. "Yes, yes; make haste and have that letter to M. de Clameran posted, and keep on the look out." And with- out listening to his wife, who called after him : " Good luck," Fanferlot darted into the street. Madame Gipsy had some minutes start of him ; but he ran up the street he knew she must have taken, and overtook her on the Pont-au-Change. She was walking with the un- certain manner of a person who, impatient to be at a ren- dezvous, has started too soon, and is obliged to occupy the intervening time. First she would walk slowly, then quicken her steps, and proceed very rapidly. She strolled up and down the Place du Chatelet several times, read the theatre-bills, and finally seated herself on a bench. One minute before a quarter to nine, she entered the omnibus- office, and sat down. A moment afterwards Fanferlot entered ; but, as he feared that Madame Gipsy might recognize him in spite of his beard, he took a seat at the opposite end of the room, in a dark corner. " Singular place for a conversa* tion," he thought, as he watched the young woman. " Who in the world can have made this appointment in an omni- bus office ? Judging from her evident curiosity and un- easiness, I could swear she has not the faintest idea for whom she is waiting." Meanwhile, the office was rapidly filling with peo« pie. Every minute an official would shout out the desti- nation of an omnibus which had just arrived, and the pas- sengers would rush in to obtain tickets, hoping to be able to proceed by it. As each new-comer entered, Nina would tremble, and Fanferlot would say, " This must be him ! " Finally, as the Hotel-de-Ville clock was striking nine, a man entered^, and, without going to the ticket-desk, walked directly up to Nina, bowed, and took a seat beside her. He was of medium-size, rather stout, with a crimson face, and fiery- red whiskers. His dress was that of a well-to-do merchant, and there was nothing in his manner or appearance to ex- cite attention. Fanferlot watched him eagerly. "Well, my friend," he y6 hILE NO. 113. said to himself, " in future I shall recognize you, no mattet where we meet ; and this very evening I will find out who you are," Despite his intent listening, Fanferlot could not hear a word spoken by either the stranger or Nina. All he could do was to judge what the subject of their conversation might be by their gestures. When the stout man bowed and spoke to her, Madame Gipsy looked so surprised that it was evident she had never seen him before. When he sat down by her, and said a few words, she started up with a frightened air, as if seeking to escape. A single word and look made her resume her seat. Then, as the stout man went on talking, Nina's at- titude betrayed a certain apprehension. She evidently re- fused to do something required of her ; then suddenly she seemed to consent, when a good reason was given for her doing so. At one moment she appeared ready to weep, and the next her pretty face was illumined by a bright smile. Finally, she shook hands with her companion, as if she were confirming a promise. " What can all this mean ? " said Fanferlot to himself, as he sat in his dark corner, biting his nails. " What an idiot I am to have stationed myself so far off ! " He was thinking how he could manage to approach nearer without arousing their suspicions, when the stout man rose, offered his arm to Madame Gipsy, who accepted it without hesita- tion, and they walked together towards the door. They were so engrossed with eace other, that Fanferlot thought he could, without risk, follow them closely ; and it was well he did, for the crowd was dense outside, and he would soon have lost sight of them. Reaching the door, he saw the stout man and Nina cross the pavement, hail a cab, and enter it. ' ** Very good," muttered Fanferlot, " I've got them now. There is no need to hurry." While the driver was gathering up his reins, Fanferlot prepared himself ; and, when the cab started, he set off at a brisk trot, determined upon following it to the end of the earth. The cab proceeded along the Boulevard Sebastopol. It went pretty fast ; but it was not for nothing that Fan- ferlot had been dubbed the Squirrel. With his elbows glued to his sides, and economizing his wind, he ran on. By the time he had reached the Boulevard St. Denis, h^ FILE NO. 113. 77 began to %tx winded, and stiff from the pain in his side. The cabman abruptly turned into the Rue Faubourg St. Martin. But Fanferlot, who, at eight years of age, had played about the streets of Paris, was not to be baffled ; he was a man of resources. He seized hold of the springs of the cab, raised himself up by the strength of his wrists, and hung on, with his legs resting on the axle-tree of the hind wheels. He was not particularly comfortable, but then, he no longer ran the risk of being distanced. '* Now," he chuckled, behind his false beard, " you may drive as fast as you please, cabby." The man whipped up his horses, and drove furiously along the hilly street of the Faubourg St. Martin. Fi- nally the cab stopped in front of a wine-shop, and the driver jumped down from his seat, and went in. The detective also left his uncomfortable post, and crouching in a doorway waited for Nina and her compan- ion to alight, with the intention of following closely upon their heels. Five minutes passed, and still there were no signs of them. "What can they be doing all this time } " grumbled the detective. With great precautions he ap- proached the cab, and peeped in. Oh, cruel deception ! it was empty ! Fanferlot felt as if some one had thrown a bucket of ice- water over him ; he remained rooted to the spot with his mouth open, the picture of blank bewilderment. He soon recovered his wits sufficiently to burst forth into a volley of oaths, loud enough to rattle all the window-panes in the neighborhood. " Tricked ! " he cried, " fooled ! Ah I but won't I make them pay for this ! " In a moment his quick mind had nm over the gamut of possibilities, probable and improbable. " Evidently," he muttered, " this fellow and Nina entered by one door, and got out by the other ; the trick is simple enough. If they resorted to it, 'tis because they feared being followed. If they feared being followed, they have uneasy consciences, therefore — " He suddenly interrupted his monologue as the idea struck him that he had better endeavor to find out something from the driver. Unfortunately, the driver was in a very surly mood, and not only refused to answer, but shook his whip in so threat- ening a manner that Fanferlot deemed it prudent to beat ^ FILE NO. 113. a retreat. " Oh, hang it," he muttered, " perhaps the driver is mixed up in the affair also ! " But what could he do now at this time of night? He could not imagine. He walked dejectedly back to the quay, and it was half-past eleven when- he reached his own door. " Has the little fool returned ? " he inquired of Madame Alexandre, the instant she let him in. " No ; but here are two large bundles which have come for her." Fanferlot hastily opened them. They contained three cotton dresses, some heavy shoes, and some linen caps. " Well," said the detective in a vexed tone, " now she is going to disguise herself. Upon my word, I am getting puzzled ! What can she be up to ? " When Fanferlot was sulkily walking down the Faubourg St. Martin, he had fully made up his mind that he would not tell his wife of his discomfiture. But once at home, confronted with a new fact of a nature to negative all his conjectures, his vanity disappeared. He confessed every- thing — his hopes so nearly realized, his strange mis- chance> and his suspicions. They talked the matter over and finally decided that they would not go to bed until Madame Gipsy, from w^hom Madame Alexandre was de- termined to obtain an explanation of what had happened, returned. At one o'clock the worthy couple were about giving over all hope of her re-appearance, when they heard the bell ring. Fanferlot instantly slipped into the closet, and Madame Alexandre remained in the office to receive Nina. " Here you are at last, my dear child I " she cried. " Oh, I have been so uneasy, so afraid lest some misfortune had hap- pened ! " " Thanks for your kind interest, madame. Has a bundle been sent here for me ,'' " Poor Nina's appearance had strikingly changed ; she was still sad, but no longer dejected as she had been. To her prostration of the last few days, had succeeded a firm and generous resolution, which was betrayed in her spark ling eyes and resolute step. " Yes, two bundles came for you ; here they are. I sup pose you saw M. Bertomy's friend ? " " Yes, madame , and his advice has so changed my plan^ that, I regret to say, I must leave you to-morrow." FILE NO. IT 3. 79 •'Gcing away to-morrow ! then something must have happened." " Oh ! nothing that would interest you, madame." After Hghting her candle at the gas-burner, Madame Gipsy said : " Good-night " in a very significant way, and left the room. " And what do you think of that, Madame Alexandre 1 ' asked Fanferlot, as he emerged from his hiding-place. " It is incredible ! This girl writes to M. de Lagors to meet her here, and then does not wait for him." " She evidently mistrusts us ; she knows who I am." " Then this friend of the cashier must have told her." " Nobody knows who told her. I begin to think that I have to do with some very knowing thieves. They guess I am on their track, and are trying to escape me. I should not be at all surprised if this little rogue has the money herself, and intends to run off with it to-morrow." " That is not my opinion ; but listen to me, you had better take my advice, and consult M. Lecoq." Fanferlot meditated awhile, then exclaimed : " Very well ; I will see him, just for your satisfaction ; because I know that if I have not discovered anything, neither will he. But if he takes upon himself to be domineering, it won't do ; for only let him show his insolence to me, and /will let him know his place ! " Notwithstanding this brave speech, the detective passed an uneasy night, and at six o'clock the next morning he was up — it was necessary to rise very early if one wished to catch M. Lecoq at home — and refreshed by a cup of strong coffee, he directed his steps towards the dwelling of the famous detective. Fanferlot the Squirrel was certainly not afraid of his chief, as he called him, for he started off with his nose in the air, and his hat cocked on one side. But by the time he reached the Rue Montmarte, where M. Lecoq lived, his courage had vanished ; he pulled his hat over his eyes, and hung his head, as if looking for relief among the pav- ing-stones. He slowly ascended the stairs, pausing several times, and looking around as if he would like to fly. Finally he reached the third floor, and stood before a door dec- orated with the arms of the famous detective — a cock, the symbol of vigilance — and his heart failed him so that he had scarcely the courage to ring the bell. So FILE NO. 113. The door was opened b}' Janouille, M. Lecoq's old serv- ant, who had very much the manner and appearance of a grenadier. She was as faithful to her master as a watch- dog, and always stood ready to attack any one who did not treat him with the august respect which she considered his due. " Well, M. Fanferlot," she said, " you come at a right time for once in your life. The chief is waiting to see you." Upon this announcement, Fanferlot was seized with a violent desire to retreat. By what chance could Lecoq be waiting for him ? While he thus hesitated, Janouille seized him by the arm, and pulled him in, saying : " Do you want to take root there ? Come along, the master is busy at work in his study." Seated at a desk in the middle of a large room, half library and half theatrical dressing-room, furnished in a curious style, was the same individual with gold spectacles, who had said to Prosper at the Prefecture, "Have courage.'' This was M. Lecoq in his official character. Fanferlot on his entrance advanced respectfully, bowing till his back-bone was a perfect curve. M. Lecoq laid down his pen, and looking sharply at him, said : " Ah, so here you are, young man. Well, it seems that you haven't aiade much progress in Bertomy's case." " What," murmured Fanferlot, " you know — " " I know that you have muddled everything until you can't see your way out ; so that you are ready to give in." " But, M. Lecoq, it was not I — " M. Lecoq rose, and walked up and down the room ; suddenly he confronted Fanferlot, and said in a tone of scornful irony : " What would you think. Master Squirrel, of a man who abuses the confidence of those who employ him, who reveals just enough to lead the prosecution on the wrong scent, who sacrifices to his own foolish vanity the cause of justice and the liberty of an unfortunate pris- oner ? " Fanferlot started back with a scared look. " I should say," he stammered, " I should say — " " You would say this man ought to be punished, and dismissed from his employment ; and you are right. The less a profession is honored, the more honorable should diose be who belong to it. And yet you have been false to yours. Ah ! Master Squirrel, we are ambitious, and we PILE NO. 113. 81 try to make the police service forward our own views I We let justice go astray, and we go on a different tack. One must be a more cunning blood-hound than you are, my friend, to be able to hunt without a huntsman. You are too self-reliant by half." " But, my chief, I swear — " " Silence ! Do you pretend to say that you did your duty, and told all you knew to the investigating magistrate t Whilst others were giving information against the cashier, you were getting up evidence against the banker. You watch his movements : you became intimate with his valet." Was M. Lecoq really angry, or pretending to be so ? Fanferlot, who knew him well, was puzzled as to whether all this indignation was real. " Still, if you were only skilful," continued M. Lecoq, " it would be another matter ; but no : you wish to be mas- ter, and you are not even fit to be a journeyman." " You are right, my chief," said Fanferlot piteously, for he saw that it was useless for him to deny anything. " But how could I go about an affair like this, where there was not even a trace, a sign of any kind to start from ? " M. Lecoq shrugged his shoulders. " You are an ass ! " exclaimed he. " Why, don't you know that on the very day you were sent for with the commissary to verify the fact of the robbery, you held — I do not say certainly, but very probably held — in your great stupid hands the means of knowing which key had been used when the money was stolen ? " " How is that ? " " You want to know do you ? I will tell you. Do you remember the scratch you discovered on the safe '^. You were so struck by it, that you could not refrain from call- ing out directly you saw it. You carefully examined it, and were convinced that it was a fresh scratch, only a few hours old. You thought, and rightly too, that this scratch was made at the time of the theft. Now, with what was U made t Evidently with a ke}'. That being the case, you should have asked for the keys both of the banker and the cashier. One of them would have probably had some particles of the hard green paint sticking to it." Fanferlot listened with open mouth to this explanatioa 6 82 m,E NO. 113. At the last words, he violently slapped his forehead with his hand and cried out: " Idiot ! idiot ! " "You have correctly named yourself," said M. Lecoq. " Idiot ! This proof stares you right in the face, and you don't see it ! This scratch is the only clue there is to fol- low, and you must like a fool neglect it. If I find the guilty party, it will be by means of this scratch ; and I am determined that I will find him." At a distance the Squirrel very bravely abuses and defies M. Lecoq ; but, in his presence, he yields to the influence which this extraordinary man exercises upon all who ap- proach him. This exact information, these minute details just given him, so upset his mind that he could not imagine where and how M. Lecoq had obtained them. Finally he humbly said : " You have then been occupying yourself with this case, my chief ? " " Probably I have ; but I am not infallible, and riiay have overlooked some important evidence. Take a seat, and tell me all you know." M. Lecoq was not the man to be hood-winked, so Fan- ferlot told the exact truth, a rare thing for him to do. However, as he reached the end of his statement, a feel- ing of mortified vanity prevented his telling how he had been fooled by Nina and the stout man. Unfortunately for poor Fanferlot, M. Lecoq was always fully informed on every subject in which he interested himself. " It seems to me. Master Squirrel," said he, "that you have forgotten something. ; How far did you follow the empty cab.?" Fanferlot blushed, and hung his head like a guilty school- boy. " Oh, my chief ! " he cried, " and you know all about that too ! How could you have — " But a sudden idea flashed across his mind, he stopped short, bounded off his chair, and exclaimed : " Oh ! I know now : you were the stout gentleman with the red whiskers." His amazement gave so singular an expression to his face that M. Lecoq could not restrain a smile. " Then it was you ! " continued the bewildered detective ; " you were the stout gentleman at whom I stared, so as to impress his appearance upon my mind, and I never recognized you \ You would make a superb actor, my chief, if you would go on the stage ; but I was disguised too — very well dis* guised." FILE AO. 113. 83 " Very poorly disguised : it is only just to you that I should let you know what a failure it was, Fanferlot. Do you think that a huge beard and a blouse are a sufficient transformation ? The eye is the thing to be changed — the eye ! The art lies in being able to change the eye. That is the secret." This theory of disguise explained why the lynx-eyed Lecoq never appeared at the Pre'fecture of Police without his gold spectacles. " Then, my chief," said Fanferlot, clinging to his idea, " you have been more successful than Madame Alexandre ; you have made the little girl confess ? You know why she leaves the Grand Archangel, why she does not wait for M. de Lagors, and why she has bought herself some cot- ton dresses ? " " She is following my advice." " That being the case," said the detective dejectedly, " there is nothing left for me to do, but to acknowledge myself an ass." " No, Squirrel," said M. Lecoq kindly, " you are not an ass. You merely did wrong in undertaking a task be- yond your capacity. Have you progressed one step since you started in this affair ? No. That shows that, although you are incomparable as a lieutenant, you do not possess the qualities of a general. I am going to present you with an aphorism • remember it, and let it be your guide in the future : A man can shine in the second ra?ik, who would be totally eclipsed in the first P Never had Fanferlot seen his chief so talkative and sood- natured. Finding his deceit discovered, he had expected to be overwhelmed with a storm of anger ; whereas he had e«caped with a little shower that had cooled his brain. Lecoq's anger disappeared like one of those heavy clouds which threaten in the horizon for a moment, and then are suddenly swept away by a gust of wind. But this unexpected affability made Fanferlot feel un- easy. He was afraid that something might be concealed beneath it. " Do you know who the thief is, my chief "i " he inquired. '• I know no more than you do, Fanferlot ; and you seem to have made up your mind, whereas I am still undecided. You declare the cashier to be innocent, and the banker guilty. I don't know whether you are right or wrong. I tollow after you, and have got no further than the prelim* Mi PILE NO. 113. inaries of my investigation. I am certain of but one thing, ^nd that is, the scratch on the safe-door. That scratch is my starting-point." As he spoke, M. Lecoq took from his desk an immense sheet of paper which he unrolled. On this paper was pho- tographed the door of M. Fauvel's safe. Every detail was rendered perfectly. There were the five movable but- tons with the engraved letters, and the narrow, project- ing brass lock. The scratch was indicated with great exactness. " Now," said M. Lecoq, " here is our scratch. It runs from top to bottom, starting diagonally, from the keyhole, and proceeding from left to right ; that is to say it termi- nates on the side next to the private staircase leading to the banker's apartments. Although very deep at the key- hole, it ends in a scarcely perceptible mark." " Yes, my chief, I see all that." " Naturally you thought that this scratch was made by the person who took the money. Let us see if you were right. I have here a little iron box, painted green like M. Fauvel's safe ; here it is. Take a key, and try to scratch it." " The deuce take it ! " said Fanferlot after several at- tempts, " this paint is awfully hard to move ! " " Very hard, my friend, and yet that on the safe is harder still, and more solid. So you see the scratch you dis- covered could not have been made by the trembling hand of a thief letting the key slip." " Sapristi ! " exclaimed Fanferlot amazed ; " I never should have thought of that. It certainly required great force to make the deep scratch on the safe." " Yes, but how was that force applied t I have been racking my brain for three days, and it was only yesterday that I came to a conclusion. Let us examine if my con- jectures present enough chances of probability to establish a starting-point." M. Lecoq put the photograph aside, and, walking to the door communicating with his bedroom, took the key from the lock, and, holding it in his hands, said : " Come here, Fanferlot, and stand by my side, there ; very well. Now suppose that I want to open this door, and that you don't wish me to open it ; when you see me about to insert the key, what would be your first impulse 1 " FILE NO. 113. S3 " To put my hands on your arm, and draw it towards me so as to prevent your introducing the key." " Precisely so. Now let us try it ; go on." Fanferlot obeyed ; and the key held by M. Lecoq, pulled aside from the lock, slipped along the door, and traced upon it, from above to below a diagonal scratch, the exact reproduction of the one in the photograph. " Oh, oh, oh ! " exclaimed Fanferlot in three different tones of admiration, as he stood gazing in a reverie at the door. " Do you begin to understand ? " asked M. Lecoq. "Understand, my chief? Why, a child could under- stand it now. Ah, what a man you are ! I see the scene as if I had been there. Two persons were present at the robbery ; one wished to take the money, the other wished to prevent its being taken. That is clear, that is certain." Accustomed to triumphs of this sort, M. Lecoq was much amused at Fanferlot's enthusiasm. " There you go off, half-primed again," he said good-humoredly ; " you regard as certain proof a circumstance which may be ac- cidental, and at the most only probable." " No, my chief ; no ! a man like you could not be mis- taken ; doubt is no longer possible." " That being the case, what deductions would you draw from our discovery ? " " In the first place, it proves that I am correct in think- ing the cashier innocent." " How so ? " " Because, being at perfect liberty to open the safe when- ever he wished to do so, it is not likely that he would hava had a witness present when he intended to commit th^ theft." " Well reasoned, Fanferlot. But on this supposition the banker would be equally innocent ; reflect a little." Fanferlot reflected, and all his confidence vanished. "You are right, ' he said in a despairing tone. "What can be done now ? " " Look for the third rogue, or rather the real rogue, the one who opened the safe, and stole the notes, and who is still at large, while others are suspected." " Impossible, my chief, impossible ! Don't you know that M. Fauvel and his cashier had keys, and they only ? And they always kept these keys in their possession." S6 FILE NO. 113. " On the evening of the robbery the banker left his ke) in his escritoire." " Yes ; but the key alone was not sufficient to open the safe ; it was necessary that the word also should be known." M. Lecoq shrugged his shoulders impatientlyc "What was the word ? " he asked. " Gipsy." "Which is the name of the cashier's mistress. Now keep your eyes open. The day you find a man sufficiently intimate with Prosper to be aware of all the circumstances connected with this name, and who is at the same time on such a footing with the Fauvel family as would give him the privilege of entering M. Fauvel's chamber, then, and not until then, will you discover the guilty party. On that day the problem will be solved." Self-sufficient and vain, like all famous men, M. Lecoq had never had a pupil, and never wished to have one. He worked alone, because he hated assistants, wishing to share neither the pleasures of success nor the pain of defeat. Thus Fanferlot, who knew his chief's character, was as- tonished to hear him giving advice, who heretofore had only given orders. He was so puzzled, that in spite of his preoccupation he could not help betraying his surprise. " My chief," he ventured to say, " you seem to take a great interest in this affair, you have so deeply studied it." M. Lecoq started nervously, and replied, frowning : " You are too curious Master Squirrel ; be careful that you do not go too far. Do you understand ? " Fanferlot began to apologize. "That will do," interrupted M. Lecoq. "If I choose to lend you a helping hand, it is because it suits my fancy to do so. It pleases me to be the head, and to let you be the hand. Unassisted, with your preconceived ideas, you never would have found the culprit ; if we two together don't find him, my name is not Lecoq." " We shall certainly succeed, as you interest yourself in the case." "Yes, I am interested in it, and during the last four days I have discovered many important facts. But listen to me. I have reasons for not appearing in this affair. No matter what happens, I forbid you mentioning my name. If we succeed, all the success must be attributed FILE NO. 113. 87 V-- you. And, above all, don't try to find out what I choose to keep from you. Be satisfied with what explanations I give you. Now, be careful." These conditions seemed to suit Fanferlot perfectly " I will obey your instructions and be discreet," he replied. " I shall rely upon you," continued M. Lecoq. " Now. to begin, you must carry this photograph to the investiga- ting magistrate. I know M. Patrigent is much perplexed about the case. Explain to him as if it were your own discovery, what I have just shown you ; repeat for his ben- efit the experiment we have performed, and I am convinced that this evidence will determine him to release the cash- ier. Prosper must be at liberty before I can commence my operations." " Of course, my chief ; but must I let him know that I suspect any one besides the banker or cashier ? " " Certainly. The authorities must not be kept in ignor- ance of your intention of following up this affair. M. Patri- gent will tell you to watch Prosper ; 3^ou will reply that you •svill not lose sight of him. I myself will answer for his be- ing in safe keeping." " Suppose he asks me about Nina Gipsy ? " M. Lecoq hesitated for a moment. " Tell him," he finally said, " that you persuaded her, in the interest of Prosper, to live in a house where she can watch some one *\?hom you suspect." Fanferlot rolled up the photograph and joyously seized hold of his hat, intending to depart, when M. Lecoq checked him by waving his hand, and said : " I have not finished yet. Do you know how to drive a carriage and manage horses ? " " How can you ask such a question as this, my chief, of a man who used to be a rider in the Bouthor Circus 1 " " Very good. As soon as the magistrate dismisses you, return home immediately, obtain for yourself a wig and the complete dress of a valet ; and, when you are ready, take this letter to the agency for servants at the corner of the Passage Delorme." " But, my chief—" " There must be no but, my friend ; the agent will send you to M. de Clameran, who is wanting a valet, his man having left him yesterday." " J/Xcuse me, if I venture to suggest that I think you ar^ 88 FILE 2V0. 113. laboring under a wrong impression. This De Clameran is not the cashier's friend." " Why do you always interrupt me ? " said M. Lecoq imperiously. " Do what I tell you, ard don't disturb your mind about the rest. I know that De Clameran is not a friend of Prosper's ; but he is the friend and protector of Raoul de Lagors. Why so ? Whence the intimacy of ,these two men of such different ages .'* That is what 1 must find out. I must also find out who this ironmaster is who spends all his time in Paris, and never goes to look after his forges. An individual, who takes it into his head to live at the Hotel du Louvre, in the midst of a constantly changing crowd, is a fellow difficult to watch. Through you I will keep an eye upon him. He has a carriage, which you will have to drive ; and you will soon be able to give me an account of his manner of life, and of the sort of people with whom he associates." " You shall be obeyed, my chief." " Another thing. M. de Clameran is irritable and sus- picious. You will be presented to him under the name of Joseph Dubois. He will ask for certificates of your good character. Here are three, which state that you have lived with the Marquis de Sairmeuse and the Count de Commarin, and that you have just left the Baron de Worts- chen, who went to Germany the other day. Now keep your eyes open ; be careful of your get-up and manners. Be polite, but not excessively so. And, above all things, don't be too honest: it might arouse suspicion." " I understand, my chief. Where shall I report to you ? " " I will see you daily. Until I tell you differently, don't put foot in this house ; you might be followed. If any thing important should happen, send a telegram to your wife, and she will inform me. Go, and be prudent." The door closed on Fanferlot as M. Lecoq passed into his bedroom. In the twinkling of an eye the latter divestec himself of the apperance of chief detective. He took off his stiff cravat and gold spectacles and removed the close wig from his thick black hair. The official Lecoq had dis- appeared, leaving in his place the genuine Lecoq whom nobody knew — a good-looking young man, with a bold, determined manner, and brilliant, piercing eyes. But he pnlv repiained himself iox an instant. Seated bc^for^ 9 FILE NO. 113. S^ dressing-table covered with more cosmetics, paints, per- fumes, false hair, and other shams, than are to be found on the toilet-tables of our modern belles, he began to undo the work of nature and to make himself a new face. He worked slowly, handling his brushes with great care. But in an hour he had accomplished one of his daily master- pieces. When he had finished, he was no longer Lecoq : he was the stout gentleman with red whiskers, whom Fan- ferlot had failed to recognize. "Well," he said, casting a last look in the mirror, "I have forgotten nothing : I have left nothing to chance. All my plans are fixed ; and I shall make some progress to-day, provided the Squirrel does not waste time." But Fanferlot was too happy to waste even a minute. He did not run, he flew, towards the Palais de Justice. At last he was able to convince some one that he, Fanfer- lot, was a man of wonderful perspicacity. As to acknowl- edging that he was about to obtain a triumph with the ideas of another man, he never thought of such a thing. It is generally in perfect good faith that the jackdaw struts about in the peacock's feathers. Fanferlot's hopes were not deceived. If the magistrate was not absolutely convinced, he admired the ingenuity and shrewdness of the whole proceeding. " This decides me," he said, as he dismissed Fanferlot. " I will draw up a favorable report to-day ; and it is highly probable that the accused will be released to-morrow." He began at once to write out one of those terrible decisions of " Not proven," which restores liberty, but not honor, to the ac- cused man ; which says that he is not guilty, but does not say that he is innocent : " Whereas sufficient proofs are wanting against the ac- cused, Prosper Bertomy, in pursuance of Article 128 of the Criminal Code, we hereby declare that no grounds at present exist for prosecuting the aforesaid prisoner; and we order that he be released from the prison where he is confined, and set at liberty by the jailer," &c. " Well," said he to the clerk, " here we have another of those crimes which justice cannot clear up. The mystery remains to be solved. There is another file to be stowed away among the police records." And wdth his own hand he wrote on the cover of the bundle of papers relating to Prosper's case, its number of rotation : File No, 1 13. go FILE NO. 113. VII. Prosper had been languishing in his cell for nine days, when one Thursday morning the jailer came to apprise him of the magistrate's decision. He was conducted be- fore the officer who had searched him when he was arrested ; and his watch, penknife, and several small articles of jew- ellery, were restored to him ; then he was told to sign a large sheet of paper, which he did. He was next led across a dark passage, and almost pushed through a door, which was abruptly shut upon him- He found himself on the quay : he was alone ; he wa^ free. Free ! Justice had confessed her inability to convict him of the crime of which he was accused. Free ! He could walk about, he could breathe the fresh air ; but every door would be closed against him. Only acquittal after due trial would restore him to his former position amon^ men. A decision of " Not proven " had left him exposed to continual suspicion. The torments inflicted by public opinion are more fear- ful than those endured in a prison cell. At the moment of his "restoration to liberty, Prosper suffered so cruelly from the horror of his situation, that he could not repress a cry of rage and despair. " I am innocent ! God knows i am innocent ! " he cried out. But of what use was his an- ger .f* Two strangers, who were passing, stopped to look at him, and said pityingly : " The poor fellow is crazy." The Seine was at his feet. A thought of suicide crossed his mind. " No," he said, " no ! I have not even the right to kill myself. No : I will not die until I have proved my innocence ! " Often, day and night, had Prosper repeated these words, as he walked his cell. With a heart filled with a bitter, determined thirst for vengeance, which gives a man the force and patience to destroy or wear out all obstacles in his way, he would say : " Oh ! why am I not at liberty ? I am helpless, caged up ; but let me once be free ! " Now he was free ; and for the first time he saw the diff'iculties of the task before him. For each crime, justice requires a criminal • he co^M not establish his own innocence with' FILE NO. 113. 91 out p"«5ducing the guilty individual, how was he to find the thief and hand him over to the law ? Despondent, but not discouraged, Prosper turned in the direction of his apartments. He was beset by a thousand anxieties. What had taken place during the nine days that he had been cut off from all intercourse with his friends .'* No news of them had reached him. He had heard no more of what was going on in the outside world, than if his secret cell had been a tomb. He walked slowly along the streets, with his eyes cast down, dreading to meet some familiar face. He, who had always been so haughty, would now be pointed at with the finger of scorn. He would be greeted with cold looks and averted faces. Men would refuse to shake hands with him. Still, if he could count on only one true friend ! Yes, only one. But what friend would believe him when his father, who should have been the last to suspect him, had refused to believe him ? In the midst of his sufferings, when he felt almost over- whelmed by the sense of his wretched, lonely condition, Prosper thought of Nina Gipsy. He had never loved the poor girl : indeed, at times he almost hated her ; but now he felt a longing to see her, because he knew that she loved him, and that nothing would make her think him guilty ; because, too, woman remains true and firm in her belief, and is always faithful in the hour of adversity, although she sometimes fails in prosperity. On reaching his house in the Rue Chaptal, Prosper hes- itated at the moment he was about to cross the threshold. He suffered from the timidity which an honest man always feels when he knows he is regarded with suspicion. He dreaded meeting any one whom he knew ; still he could not remain in the street, so he entered. When the con- cierge saw him, he uttered an exclamation of glad surprise, and said : "Ah, here you are at last, sir. I told every one you would come out as white as snow ; and, when I read m the papers that you were arrested for robbery, I said, " My third-floor lodger a thief ! Never would I believe such a thing, never ! " The congratulations of this ignorant man were sincere, and came from pure kindness of heart ; but they impressed Prosper painfully and he cut them short by abruptly ^^ 92 FILE NO. 113. claiming : " Madame of course has left ; can you tell me where she has gone ? " " Dear me, no, I cannot. The day of your arrest, she sent for a cab and left with her trunks, and no one has seen or heard of her since." This was another blow to the unhappy cashier. " And where are my servants .'' " " Gone, sir. Your father paid them their wages, and discharged them." " I suppose, then, you have my key ? " " No, sir ; when your father left here this morning at eight o'clock, he told me that a friend of his would take charge of your rooms until you returned. Of course you know who he is — a stout gentleman with red whiskers." Prosper was astounded. What could be the meaning of one of his father's friends occupying his rooms ? He did not, however, betray his surprise, but quietly said : " YeSp I know who it is." He quickly ran up the stairs, and knocked at his door, which was at once opened by his father's friend. He had been accurately described by the concierge. A stout man, with a red face, full lips, sharp eyes, and of rather coarse manners, stood bowing to Prosper, who had never seen him before. " Delighted to make your acquaintance, sir," said he. He seemed to be perfectly at home. On the table lay a book, which he had taken from the bookcase ; and he appeared ready to do the honors of the place. ^ " I must say, sir," began Prosper. " That you are surprised to find me here ? Sol suppose. Your father intended introducing me to you ; but he was compelled to return to Beaucaire this morning ; and let me add that he departed thoroughly convinced, as I my- self am, that you never took a sou from M. Fauvel." At this unexpcGted good news, Prosper's face lit up with pleasure. " Here is a letter from your father, which I hope will serve as an introduction between us." Prosper opened the letter ; and as he read his eyes grew brighter, and a slight color returned to his pale face. When he had finished he held out his hand to the stout gentleman, and said ; "My father tells me, sir, that you FILE NO. 113. 93 are his best friend ; he advises me to have absolute confi- dence in you, and to follow your advice." " Exactly. This morning your father said to me : * Ver- duret ' — that is my name — ' Verduret, my son is in great trouble, and must be helped out of it.' I replied : ' I am both ready and willing,' and here I am to assist you. Now the ice is broken, is it not ? Then let us go to work at once. What do you intend doing ? " This question revived Prosper's slumbering rage. His eyes flashed. " What do I intend doing t " said he angrily ; " What should I do but seek the villain who has ruined me ? " " So I supposed ; but have you any means of suc- cess ? " " None ; yet I shall succeed, because, when a man de- votes his whole life to the accomplishment of an object, he is certain to achieve it." " Well said, M. Prosper ; and, to be frank, I fully ex- pected that this would be your purpose. I have therefore already begun to think and act for you. I have a plan. In the first place, you will sell this furniture, and disap- pear from the neighborhood." " Disappear ! " cried Prosper indignantly ; " disappear ! Why, sir ! do you not see that such a step would be a con- fession of guilt, would authorize the world to say that I am hiding so as to enjoy undisturbed the stolen 350,000 francs ? " " Well, what then ? " said the man with the red whis- kers ; " did you not say just now that the sacrifice of your life is made ? The expert swimmer thrown into the river, after being robbed, is careful not to rise to the surface im- mediately : on the contrary, he plunges beneath, and re- mains there as long as his iDreath holds out. He comes up again at a great distance off, and lands out of sight ; then, when he is supposed to be dead, he suddenly reap- pears and has his revenge. You have a enemy ? Some petty imprudence will betray him. But, while he sees you standing by on the watch, he will be on his guard." It was with a sort of amazed submission that Prosper listened to this man, who, though a friend of his father, was an utter stranger to himself. He submitted uncon- sciously to the ascendency of a nature so much more ener- getic and forcible than his own. In h:s helpless condition 94 FILE NO. 113. he was grateful for friendly assistance, and said : " I will follow your advice, sir." " I was sure you would, my dear fellow. Let us reflect upon the course you ought to pursue. And remember that you will need every franc of the proceeds of the sale. Have you any ready money ? no, but you must have some. Knowing that you would need this at once, I have already spoken to an upholsterer; and he will give you twelve thousand francs for everything, minus the pic- tures." The cashier could not refrain from shrugging his shoul- ders, which M. Verduret observed. " Well," said he, " it is rather hard, I admit, but it is a necessity. Now listen : you are the invalid, and I am the doctor charged to cure you ; if I cut to the quick, you will have to endure it. It is the only way to save you." " Cut away then," answered Prosper. " Well, we will make haste, for time presses. You have a friend, M. de Lagors ? " " Raoul ? Yes, he is an intimate friend of mine." " Now tell me, who is this fellow ? " The term " fellow " seemed to offend Prosper. " M. de Lagors," he said haughtily, " is M. Fauvel's nephew ; he is a wealthy young man, handsome, intelligent, cultivated, and the best friend I have." " Hum ! " said M. Verduret, " I shall be delighted to make the acquaintance of one adorned by so many charm- ing qualities. I must let you know that I wrote him a note in your name asking him to come here, and he sent word that he would come." " What ! do you suppose — " " Oh, I suppose nothing ! Only I must see this young man. Also I have arranged and will submit to you a lit- tle plan of conversation — " A ring at the outer door in- terrupted M. Verduret. " The deuce ! " exclaimed he ; " adieu to my plan ; here he is ! Where can I hide so as to both hear and see ? " *' There, in my bedroom ; leave the door open and the curtain down." A second ring was heard. " Now remember, Prosper," said M. Verduret in a warning tone, " not one word to this man about your plans, or about me. Pretend to be dis- couraged, helpless, and undecided what to do," And hQ FILE NO. IT3. 95 disappeared behind the curtain, as Prosper ran to open the door. Prosper's portrait of M. de Lagors was no exaggerated one. Such an open and handsome countenance, and manly figure, could belong only to a noble character. Al- though Raoul said that he was twenty-four, he appeared to be not more than twenty. He had a fine figure, well knit and supple ; an abundance of light chestnut-colored hair, curled over his intelligent-looking forehead, and his large blue eyes, which beamed with candor. His first impulse was to throw himself into Prosper's arms. " My poor, •dear friend ! " he said, " my poor Prosper ! " But beneath these affectionate demonstrations there was a certain constraint, which, if it escaped the perception of the cashier, was noticed by M. Verduret. " Your letter, my dear Prosper," said Raoul, "made me almost ill, I was so frightened by it. I asked myself if you could have lost your mind. Then I put aside everything, to hasten to your assistance ; and here I am." Prosper did not seem to hear him ; his thoughts were occupied with the letter which he had not written. What were its contents .'' Who was this stranger whose assist- ance he had accepted ? " You must not feel discouraged," continued M. de Lagors ; " you are young enough to commence life anew. Your friends are still left to you. I have come to say to you : * Rely upon me ; I am rich, half of my fortune is at your disposal.' " This generous offer, made at a moment like this with such frank simplicity, deeply touched Prosper. " Thanks, Raoul," he said with emotion, " thank you ! But unfortu- nately all the money in the world would be of no use now." " Why so ? What, then, are you going to do ? Do you propose to remain in Paris •? " " I know not, Raoul. I have formed no plans yet. My mind is too confused for me to think." "I will tell you what to do," resumed Raoul quickly; " you must start afresh ; until this mysterious robbery 13 explained you must keep aw^ay from Paris. Excuse my frankness, but it will never do for you to remain here." "And suppose it never should be explained ? " " Only the more reason for your remaining in oblivion. I have been talking about you to De Clameran. ' If J ^ FILE NO, 113. were in Prosper 's place,' he said, * I would turn everything into money, and embark for America ; there I would make a fortune, and return to crush with my millions those who have suspected me.' " This advice offended Prosper's pride, but he interposed no kind of objection. He was recalling to mind what his unknown visitor had said to him. " I will think it over," he finally observed. " I will see. I should like to know what M. Fauvel says." " My uncle ? I suppose you know that I have declined the offer he made me to enter his banking-house, and we have almost quarrelled. I have not set foot in his house for over a month ; but I hear of him occasionally." " Through whom ? " " Through your friend Cavaillon. My uncle, they say, is more distressed by this affair than you are. He does not attend to his business, and seems as though he had just recovered from some serious illness." "' And Madame Fauvel, and — " Prosper hesitated — " and Mademoiselle Madeleine, how are they .'' " " Oh," said Raoul lightly, " my aunt is as pious as ever ; she has mass said for the benefit of the sinner. As to my handsome, icy cousin, she cannot bring herself down to common matters, because she is entirely absorbed in preparing for the fancy ball to be given the day after to- morrow by MM. Jandidier. She has discovered, so one of her friends told me, a wonderful dressmaker, a stranger w^ho has suddenly appeared from no one knows where, and who is making for her a costume of one of Catherine de Medicis* maids of honor. I hear it is to be a marvel of beauty." Excessive suffering brings with it a kind of dull insensi- bility and stupor ; but this last remark of M. de Lagors' touched Prosper to the quick, and he murmured faintly : *' Madeleine ! O Madeleine ! " M. de Lagors, pretending not to have heard him, rose from his chair, and said : " I must leave you now, my dear Prosper ; on Saturday I shall see these ladies at the ball, and bring you news of them. Now, take courage, and re- member that, whatever happens, you have a friend in me." Raoul shook Prosper by the hand and departed, leaving the latter standing immovable and overcome by disappoint- m'"-nt. He v\'as aroused from his gloomy reverie by heaff- FILE NO, 113. 97 ing the red-whiskered man say in a bantering tone, " So this is one of your friends ? " " Yes," said Prosper with bitterness. " Yet you heard him offer me half of his fortune ? " M. Verdure t shrugged his shoulders with an air of com- passion. " That was very stingy on his part," said he ; " why did he not offer the whole ? Offers cost nothing ; although I have no doubt that this sweet youth would cheerfully give ten thousand francs to put the ocean be- tween you and him." " What reason, sir, would he have for doing this ? " " Who knows ? Perhaps for the same reason that he told you he had not set foot in his uncle's house for a month." ** But that is the truth, I am sure of it." ** Naturally," said M. Verduret with a provoking smile. " But," continued he with a serious air, " we have devoted enough time to this Adonis, whose measure I have taken. Now, be good enough to change your dress, and we will go and call on M. Fauvel." This proposal aroused Prosper's anger. " Never ! " he exclaimed excitedly ; " no, never will I voluntarily set eyes on that wretch ! " This resistance did not surprise M. Verduret. " I cas understand your feelings towards him," said he ; " but at the same time I hope you will change your mind. For the same reason that I wished to see M. de Lagors, I de- sire to see M. Fauvel ; it is necessary, you understand. Are you so very weak that you cannot constrain yourself for five minutes ? I shall introduce myself as one of your relatives, and you need not open your lips." " If it is positively necessary," said Prosper, " if — " " It is necessary ; so come on. You mus-t have confi- dence, and put on a brave face. Hurry and make your- self trim ; it is getting late, and I am hungry. We will lunch on our way there." Prosper had hardly passed into his bedroom when the bell pang again. M. Verduret opened the door. It was the concierge, who handed him a bulky letter, and said : " This letter was left this morning for M. Bertomy ; I was so flustered when he came that I forgot to hand it to him. It is a very odd-looking letter ; is it not, sir ? " It was indeed a most peculiar missive. The address 7 98 FILE NO. 113. was not written, but formed of printed letters, carefully cut from a book, and pasted on the envelope. " Oh, ho ! what is this ! " cried M. Verduret ; then turn* ing towards the man he said: "Wait a moment." He went into the next room, and closed the door behind him. There he found Prosper, anxious to know what was going on. " Here is a letter for you," observed M. Verduret. Prosper at once tore open the envelope. Some bank notes dropped .out; he counted them; there were ten. The cashier turned very red. " What does this mean 1 " he asked. "We will read the letter and find out," replied Verdu- ret. The letter, like the address, was composed of printed words cut out and pasted on a sheet of paper. It was short but explicit : — *' My dear Prosper, — A friend, who knows the horror of your situation, sends you this succor. There is one heart, be assured, that shares your sufferings. Go away — leave France. You are young ; the future is before you. Go, and may this money bring you happiness ! " As M. Verduret read the note, Prosper's rage increased. He was angry and perplexed, for he could not explain the rapidly succeeding events which were so calculated to mystify his already confused brain. "Everybody wishes me to go away," he cried ; "there is evidently a conspir- acy against me." M. Verduret smiled with satisfaction. " At last you be- gin to open your eyes, you begm to understand. Yes, there are people who hate you because of the wrong they have done you ; there are people to whom your presence in Paris is a constant danger, and who will not feel safe till they are rid of you." " But who are these people ? Tell me, who dares sencj this money?" " If I knew, my dear Prosper, my task would be at an end, for then I should know who committed the robbery. But we will continue our researches. I have finally pro- cured evidence which will sooner or later become convinc- ing proof. I have heretofore only made deductions more or less probable ; I now possess knowledge which proves that I was not mistaken. I walked in darkness : now J have a light to guide me." FILE NO. 113. 9() As Prosper listened to M. Verduret's reassuring words, he felt hope rising in his breast. ' "Now," said M. Verduret, "we must take advantage of this evidence, gained by the nnprudence of our enemies, without delay. We will begin with the concierge." He opened th^ door, and called out ; " I say, my good man, step here a moment." The concierge entered, looking very much surprised at the authority exercised over his lodger by this stranger. " Who gave you this letter ? " asked M. Verduret. " A messenger, who said he was paid for bringing it." " Do you know him ? " " I know him well ; he is the commissionaire whose post is at the corner of the Rue Pigalle." "Gd and bring him here." After the concierge had gone, M. Verduret drew his diary from his pocket and compared a page of it with the notes which he had spread over the table. " These notes were not sent by the thief," he said, after an attentive ex- amination of them. " Do you think so ? " "lam confident of it; that is, unless he is endowed with extraordinary penetration and forethought. One thing is certain : these ten thousand francs are not part of the three hundred and fifty thousand which were stolen from the safe." " Yet," said Prosper, w^ho could not account for this certainty on the part of his protector, " yet — " " There is no yet about it : I have the numbers of all the stolen notes." " What ! When even I did not know them myself ? " " But the Bank did, fortunately. When we undertake an affair we must anticipate everything, and forget nothing. It is a poor excuse for a man to say, ' I did not think of it,' when he commits some oversight. I thought of the Bank." If in the beginning Prosper had felt some repugnance about confiding in his father's friend, the feeling had now disappeared. He understood that alone, scarcely master of himself, governed only by the inspirations of inexperi- ence he would never have had the patient perspicacity of this singular man. ^ Verduret continued, talking to himself, as if he had 100 FILE NO. 113. absolutely forgotten Prosper's presence ; " Then, as this missive did not come from the thief, it can only come from the other person, who was near the safe at the time of the robbery, but could not prevent it, and now feels remorse The probability of two persons assisting at the robbery, ^ probability suggested by the scratch, is now converted into a certainty. -E^'go, I was right." Prosper listening attentively tried hard to comprehend this monologue, which he dared not interrupt. " Let us seek," the stout man went on to say, " this sec- ond person, whose conscience pricks him, and yet who dares not reveal anything." Here he read the letter over several times, scanning the sentences, and weighing every word. " Evidently this letter was composed by a woman," he finally said. " Never would a man doing another man a service, and sending him money, use the word ' succor.' A man would have said, loan, money, or some other equiv- alent, but succor, never. No one but a woman, ignorant of masculine susceptibilities, would have naturally made use of this word to express the idea it represents. As to the sentence, ' There is one heart ' and so on, it could only have been written by a woman." " You are mistaken, sir, I think," said Prosper ; " no woman is mixed up in this affair." M. Verduret paid no attention to this interruption ; per- haps he did not hear it, perhaps he did not care to argue the matter. " Now, let us see if we can discover whence the printed words were taken to compose this letter." Pie went to the window, and began to study the pasted words with all the scrupulous attention which an anti- quary would devote to an old, half-effaced manuscript. " Small type," he said, "very slender and clear; the paper is thin and glossy. Consequently, these words have not been cut from a newspaper, magazine, or even a novel. Yet I have seen type like this — I recognize it, I am sure Didot often uses it, so does Mame of Tours." He suddenly stopped, his mouth open, and his eyes fixed, appealing as though anxiously to his memory. Sud- denly he struck his forehead exultingly. "Now I have it ! " he cried ; " now I have it ! Why did I not see it at once ? These words have all been cut from a prayer-book. We will look, at least, and then we shall be certain." He moistened one of the words pasted on the paper FILE NO. 113. 101 with his tongue, and when it was sufficiently softened, he detached it with a pin. On the other side of this word was the Latin word, Dens. "Ah, ah ! " he exclaimed with a l:>t>lfi'lau5^h,of satisfac tion, " I knew it. Old Tabaret* would be, pleased ,to see this. But what has become of the ir.ulilatf^d pray^jrbock ' Can it have been burned ? No, because ' a heavy-bound book is not easily burned. It has been thrown aside in some corner." He was here interrupted by the concierge, who returned with the commissionaire from the Rue Pigalle. " Ah, here you are," said M. Verduret, encouragingly Then he showed him the envelope of the letter, and asked *' Do you remember bringing this letter here this morning ? ' " Perfectly, sir, I took particular notice of the direc tion ; we don't often see anything like it." " Who told you to bring it ? — a gentleman, or a lady ? " "Neither, sir; it was a commissionaire." This reply made the concierge laugh very much, bu. not a muscle of M. Verduret's face moved. " A commissionaire ? Well, do you know this colleague of yours ? " " I never saw him before." "What was he like?" " He was neither tall nor short ; he wore a green velvd jacket, and his badge." " Your description is so vague that it would suit every commissionaire in the city ; but did your colleague tell you who sent the letter ? " " No, sir. He simply put ten sous in my hand, and said : ' Here, carry this to No. 39 Rue Chaptal ; a cab- man on the boulevard handed it to me.' Ten sous! I warrant you he made more than that by it." This answer seemed to disconcert M. Verduret. The taking of so many precautions to send this letter disturbed him and upset all his plans. " Do you think you would recognize the commission- aire again ? " he asked. "Yes, sir, if I saw him." " How much do you gain a day as a commissionaire ? " " I can't exactly tell ; but mine is a good corner, and I am busy going errands nearly all day, I suppose I make froni eight to ten francs." 102 FILE NO, 113. " Very well : I will give you ten francs a day if yon will walk about the streets, and look for the commission aire- who gave you this' letter. Every evening, at eight o'clock,' come- to' Ihe^Grand Archangel, on the Quai Saint Michel, to give me *a report of your search and re- 'cei'vb'yojif pay. ' "As"k 'for M. Verduret. If you find the man I will give you fifty francs. Do you agree ? " " I should rather think I do." " Then don't lose a minute. Start off ! " Although ignorant of M. Verduret's plans. Prosper be- gan to comprehend the sense of his investigations. His fate depended upon their success, and yet he almost for- got this fact in his admiration of this singular man ; for his energy, his bantering coolness when he wished to dis- cover anything, the certainty of his deductions, the fer- tility of his expedients, and the rapidity of his movements, were astonishing. " Do you still think, sir," said Prosper when the man had left the room, " you see a woman's hand in this affair ? " " More than ever ; and a pious woman too, who has at least two prayer-books, since she could cut up one to write to you." " And you hope to find the mutilated book ? " " I