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This terrible Accusation, terribly
emphasized, caused no change in Al
bert's features. He preserved the
same firm bearing, without bravado.
"Before God," he Answered, "and
by all that is most sacred on earth, I
swear to you, sir., that I am innocent.
I am at this moment a close prisoner,
without communication with the outer
world, reduced consequently to the
most absolute helplessness. It is
tfr rrnn^ti your probity that I hope to
demontrate my Innocence."
"What,an actor!" thought the mag
istrate. "Can crime be strong as this?"
"When you were arrested, you cried
oat, '-I -am lost what ,did you mean
•by that?1'
"Sir. replied Albert, "I remember
ihavlng uttered those words. When I
•knew of what crime I was accused, I
•was overwhelmed with consternation.
My mind was, as it were, enlightened
•by a glimpse of the future. In a mo
ment, I perceived all the horror of my
situation. I understood the weight
of the accusation, its probability, and
the difficulties I should have in de
fending myself. A voice cried out to
-me, 'Who was most interested In
•Claudine's death!' And the knowledge
of my imminent peril forced me the
exclamation you speak of.*'
"You do, indeed, continued the mag
istrate, "appear to have had the great
•est Interest in this death. Moreover,
.:I win inform, you that robbery was not
the object of the crime. The things
thrown in the Seine have been recov
••red. We know, also, that all the
widow's papers were burned. Could
they compromise any one but your
self? If.yomof any .any one speak."
"What can I answer, sir? Nothing."
"Have you often gone to see this
woman?"
"Three ur four times with my fath
er."
"One of your coachmen pretends to
(have driven you there at least ten
times."
"Ttoe man is mistaken. BtU„yJhat
matters tlie number of visits?"^
TDo you recollect the arrangement
of the rooms? Can you describe
•them?"
"Perfectly, «lff "theiif^erl
,3two.
Claudine slept in the back room."
"Too were in no way a stranger to
Widow Lerouge. If you had knocked
-one evening at her window-shutter,
do you think she would have let you
to?"
''Oertaliily, elr, and eagerly."!®®®
"You have been unwell these last
few days?"
"Very .imwell, to say the least, sir.
My body bent under the weight of a
burden too great for my strength. It
was mot, however, tor ,oJv^our
'm.r
"Why did you forbid your valet
'liubln, to call in the doctor?'
"Ah! sir, how could the doctor cure
my diBeaae? All his science could not
make me the legitimate son of the
-Ooust de Commarin."
"Some very singular remarks made
'by yon were overheard. You seemed
to be no longer Interested in anything
.concerning your home. You destroyed
a large number of papers and letters."
had decided to leave the count,
sir. 3&r xesolution .explains my con
duct-
Albert replied -promptly to the mag
istrate's Questions, without the least
embartasamoat. and in a 'confident
tOSSL
resumed the magistrate,
abruptly, "tell me exactly ios yon
passed your time last Tuesday e»en
fagi from six o^doek aafiB midnight?''
"thiring Tuesday evening," lie stam
mered, repeating the phraa^ to gain
-1 hare him," thought the magis
trate, starting with joy, and then ad
ded aloud, "yes, from six o'clock un
til midnight."
am afraid, sir," answered Albert,
"ftt will be difficult for me to satisfy
pen. I haven't a very good memory.**
"Oh. rtont tell me tbat!" Interrupted
the magistrate. "If 1 had asked what
7011
were doing three months ago. on
a certain evening, and at a certain
tottr, could understand your hesita
tion but this Js aboal Tuesday, and
It is nbv Friday. Moreover, this day,
so close, was the last of the carnival
It was Shrove Tuesday. Tbat circum
stance ought to help your memory."
"That evening, 1 went oat walking,"
murmured Albert.
"Now,'* continued the magistrate,
"where did you dine?"
"At home, as usual.'
"No, not as usual, At the end
ot your meal, you asked tor a bottle
of Bordeaux, of which you drank the
whole. Yon doubtless had need of
sens extra excitement for your sub
sctnsBt plans."
*X had no plans," replied the prls
mot,.with
very evident uneasiness,
"Too make a mistake. Two friends
came to seek yon You replied to
ttofr ygS& mBl to. dinner
Hi
W
fe
that you had a vrery important en
gagement to keep.
"That was onlv a" fiolite way of get
ting rid of them,
"Why?" g|f
"Can you'not understand, sir? I
was resigned, but not Comforted. I
was learning to get accustomed to the
terrible blow. Would not one seek
solitude in the great..crisis of one's
life?"
"The prosecution prelerias tMt you
wished to be left alone, that you might
get to La Jonchere. During the day,
you said, 'She cannot resist me.' Of
whom were you speaking?"
"Of some one to whom I had writ
ten the evening before, and who had
replied to me. I spoke the words,
with her letter still in my hands.''
"This letter was, then, from a .wo
man?" ,,V„.
"Yes."
"What have you done wl£h n7»
"1 have burned it."
"This precaution leads me to sup
pose that you considered the letter
compromising."
"Not at all, sir It treated entirely
of. private matters.''
M. Daburon was sure that this let
ter came from Mademoiselle d'Ar
lange. Should he nevertheless ask
the question, and again hear pro
nounced the same of Claire, which
always aroused sucfh painful emotions
within him? He ventured to do so.
"From whom did this letter come?"
he asked.
"Prom one whom I cannot name."
"Sir," said the magistrate, severely,
"1 will not conceal from you that your
position is greatly compromised. Do
not aggravate it by this culpable re
ticence. You are here to tell every
thing, sir."
"My own affairs, yes not those of
others."
Albert gave this 'ast answer in a
dry tone.
"Gently," tihought the magistrate.
"I have not got him yet." Then he
quickly added, aloud: "Continue. Af
ter dinner what did you do?"
"I went out for a walk."
"Not immediately. The bottle emp
tied, you smoked a cigar in the dining
room, which was so unusual as to be
noticed. What kind of cigars do you
usually smoke?"
"Trabucos."
"Do you not use a cigar-holder, to
keep your Hps from contact with the
tobacco?"
"Yes, sir," replied Albert, much sur
prised at this series of questions.
"At what time did you go out?'.?
"About eight o'clock."
"Did you carry an umbrella?''
"Yes,"
"Where did you 50?"
"I walked about."
"Alone, without any object, all the
evening?''
"Yes, sir."
"Now, trace out your wanderings
for me very carefully.*'
"Ah! sir, that is very difficult to do.
I went out simply to walk about, for
the sake of exercise, to drive away
the torpor which had depressed me for
three days. I dont know whether you
can picture to yourself my exact con
dition. I was half ont of my mind.
I walked about at hazard along the
quays. I wandered through the
streets
"All that Is very improbable." in
terrupted the magistrate. M. Daburon
however, knew that it was at least
possible. Had he* not himself, one
night, in a similar condition, traversed
all Paris? What reply could ne nave
made, had somo one asked him next
morning where he had been, except
that he had not paid attention, and
did not know? But he had forgotten
this and his previous hesitations,
too, had all vanished. As the inquiry
advanced, the fever of investigation
took possession of him. He enjoyed
the emotions of the struggle, his pas
sion for his calling became stronger
than ever. He was again an investi
gating magistrate, like the fencing
master, who, once practicing with bis
dearest friend, became excited by the
clash of the weapons, and, forgetting
himself, killed him.
CHAPTER XXIL
"So," resumed M. Daburon, "you
net absolutely 00 one who can affirm
tfcat hs saw you? You did not speak
to «. living -soul? You entered no
place, Mt sven a cafe, or a theater,
Or tobacconist's to light ons of your
fkrorHs txabneoar
"Ho, sir."
"Well 1m a great misfortune for
you, yes, a wery «reat misfortune for
I must lafona you, that It was pre
cisely during this Tuesday evening,
between eight «'«leck and midnight,
that Widow Lerouge was assassinated.
Jnatiee can point sat the exact hour.
Again, sir, yonr own interest, 1
reeommead yon to nteet—to make a
strong appeal to yoar memory."
This pointing ont of the exact day
and hoar of the murder seemed to
astound Albert He raised his hand
to his forehead with a despairing ges
ture. However, he replied Is a calm
voice:
"I am very unfortunate, sir bat I
can reoolleet nothing.''
The magistrate slowly raised ons
by one, the large pieces of paver that
covered the articles seised In Albert's
rooms.
"We will pass," he continued, "to
the examination ot the charges which
weigh against you. Will yon plsase
come nearer? Do you recognize these
articles as belonging to yourself?",
"Yes, sir they are all mine."
"Well, take this Hon. Wild broka
ltr»
"T, sir, ta fencing wife M. de Oourt
lvoii. who oan hear wtUMW to It"
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"He will be heard. Where is the
broken end?''
"I do not know. You must ask Lu
bin, my valet"
"Exactly. He declares that he htft
Look at this cigar end, found ou tht
scene of the crime, and tell me •o1
what brand It is, and bow it was
smoked."
"It is a traS&cos, and was -smoked
in a cigar-holder."
"Like these?" persisted the magis
trate, pointing to
athe
cigars and th«
amber and meerschaum-holders founri
In the viscount's library.
"Yes," murmured Albert, "it is
fatality—a strange coincidence."
"Patience that is nothing as yet
The assassin wore glove3. The victit
in the death-Struggle, seized his
hands and some pieces of kid re*
Trained in her nails. These have been
preserved, and are here. They are oj
a lavender color, are they not? Now
here are the gloves which you wore ot
Tuesday. TbBy, "too, are lavender
and they are frayed. Compare thest
pieces of kid with your own gloves
Do they not correspond? Are they
not of the same cclor, the same skin?'
Albert was terrified. A cold per
spiration bathed his temples, and
glided, drop by drop, (down his cheeks
In a choking voice he kept repeating:
"It is horrible, horrible!"
'•"''Finally," pursued the inexorable
magistrate, "here are the trousors yov
wore on the evening of the murder
It Is plain that not long ago they wer*
very wet and, besides the mud on
them, there are traces of earth. Be
sides that, they are tern at the knees
Wc will admit, for the moment, that
you might not remember where you
went on that evening but who would
believe that you do not know where
you lore your trousers and how you
frayed your gloves?"
What courage could resist such as
saults? Albert's firmness and enerpy
were at an end.
H1B
brain whirled.
He -Cell hearfiy into a vhalr. exclaim
ing:
"It is eamigh to drive me mad."
"Do you admit," Insisted the mag
istrate, whose gase had become firm
ly fixed upoa the prisoner, "do you
admit that Widow Lerouge could on
ly have been stabbed ,by you?"
"I admit," protested Albert, "that I
am the victim of one of those terrible
fatalities which make men doubt lie
evidence of their reason. 1 am Inno
cent."
"Then tell me where you passed
Tuesday evening."
"Ah, sir!" cried the prisoner, "I
should have to
But restraining hlmitlf. be added,
la a faint voice:
"I have made the only answer that
I can make."
M. Daburon rose, having now reach
ed his grand stroke.
"It is, then, my duty," sail he,
with a shade-ef Irony, "to supply your
failure of memory. 1 am going to re
mind you
ot
where you went end
what you did. On Tuesday evening,
at eight o'clock, after having obtained
from the wine you drank, the dreu'l
tal energy yoo needed, you left )our
home. At thirty-five minutes past
eight, you took the train at the fit.
Lasare station. At nine o'clock, you
alighted at the station at Ruetl."
And, not disdaining to employ old
Tabaret's Ideas, the investigating
magistrate repeated, nearly word fur
word, the tirade improvised the night
before by the amateur detective.
Every sentence, every word, told.
The prisoner's assurance, already
shaken fell, little by Itttle, Just like
the outer coating of a wall when rid
dled with bullets.
And now." continue-! the lnves'l
gatlng mav rtrate, "listen to good u*
vice do 9-1 persist la a system
denying impossible to sustain. Civ*
•n Jurtk'j, rest assured. Is ignorant
ot nothirg thick It i« Import tnt
10
know. Believe me seek to deserve
the Indulgence ot yoar lodges con
fess your guilt*'
if. Daburon did not believe that his
prisoner would still persist In assert-
tng his lnnoeenoe. Albert la spite of
his great prostration, Cosnd, la ons (that such and such particulars
etoet
ot Ms wtlL atfksieut I to jjciat him It a»at~be an
strength to recover himself and again
protest:
"You are right,
Bir,"
he said, in a
sad but firm voice "everything seems
to prove me guilty. In your place, I
hunted for it, and cannot find it. 1 should have spoken as you have done
must tell you that the victim received yet all the same, 1 swear to you that
the fatal blow from the sharpened end
of a broken foil. This piece of stuff,
on which the assassin wiped his weap
on, is a proof of what I state."
"I beseech you, sir, to order a most
minute search to be made. It is im
possible that the other half of the foil
is not to be found."
"Orders shall be given to that ef
fect. Look, here is the exact imprint
of the murderer's foot traced on thii
uttieet of paper. I will place one ol
your boots upon It and the sole, as
you perceive fits the tracing with the
utmost precision. This plaster wa*
poured into the hollow left by tht
heel you observe that It Is in all re
spects similar in shape to the heels
of your own boots. I perceive, too,
the mark of a peg, which appears in
both."
"It is true—perfectly true."
"That is so," continued M. Dabu
ron "yet listen further, before at
tempting to defend yourself. Tht
criminal had an umbrella. .The end
of this umbrella sank in the clayey
soil the round of wood which
placed at the end of the silk, was
found molded in the clay. Look ai
this clod of clay, raised with the ut
most care and now look at your urn-'
brella. Compare the rounds. An
they alike, or not?''
"These things, sir," attempted Al
bert, "are manufactured in largt
quantities."
"Well, we will pass over that proof
I am Innocent."
"Come now, do you really—^—" be
gan the magistrate.
"I am innocent," Interrupted Albert
"and I repeat it, without the least
hope of changing in any way your
eonvllction. Yes, everything speakB
against me, everything, even my own
bearing before you. It is true, my
courage has been shaken by these in
credible, miraculous overwhelming
coincidences. I am overcome because
I feel the impossibility of proving my
lnnocenca.^ But I do not despair. My
honor and my life are in the hands of
God. At this very hour, when to you
I appear lost—for I In no way deceive
myself, sir—I do not despair of a com
plete justification. I await confi
dently.'
'What do you mean?" asked the
magistrate.
"Nothing but what I say, sir."
"So you persist in denying your
guilt?" "i
"I am innocent."
"But this is folly ':f''
"I am innocent.
"Very well," said if. Daburon "that
Is enough for to-day. You will hear
the official report of your examination
read, and will then be taken, back to
solitary confinement. 1 exhort you
to reflect. Night will, perhaps, bring
on a better feeling if you wish at
uny time to speak to me, send word,
and will come to you."
The unhappy magistrate, after Al
bert left, heaped the bitterest re
proaches upon himself. He was in
despair. He had never so hated Al
bert—that wretch, who, stained with
a crime, stood in the way of his hap
piness. Then, too, he cursed old Tab
aret Alone, he would not have de
cided so quickly. He would hive
waited, thought over the matter, ma
tured his decision, and certainly have
perceived the inconveniences, which
now occurred to him.
It was precisely this unfavorable
moment that M. Tabaret chose for re
appearing before the magistrate.
"What answers did he make?" he
asked, even before he had closed 'the
door.
"He Is evidently guilty," replied the
magistrate, with a harshness very
different to his usual manner,
"I have come," he said, modestly,
"to know if any investigations are
necessary to demolish the alibi plead
ed by the prisoner."
"He pleaded no alibi," replied the
magistrate, dryly.
"How," cried the detective, "no ali
bi? Pshaw I ask pardon he has, of
course, then, oonfessed everything."
"No," Baid the magistrate, impa
tiently, "he has confessed nothing. He
acknowledges that the proofs are de
cisive he cannot give an account of
how he spent
hiB
time but he pro­
tests bis innocence."
In the center of the room, M\ Tab
aret stood with his mouth wide open,
and his eyes staring wildly, and alto
gether in the most grotesque attitude
his astonishment could effect
"Not an filtbi, nothing?" murmured
the old fellow. "No explanations?
l%e idea. It is Inconceivable. Not
an alibi? We must then be mistaken
he cannot be Che criminal. That Is
certstn."
The Investigating magistrate felt
that the old amateur must have been
waiting thr result of the examination
at the wine-shop round the corner, or
else that he
hAd
gone mad.
"Unfortunately," said he, "we are
not mistaken. It is but too clearly
shown that M. de Oommarln is the
murderer. However, if you like, you
can ask Constant for his report of the
examination, and read it over while
I put these papers in order."
"Very well," said the old fellow,
with feverish anxiety.. When he had
finished, he arose with pale and dis
torted features.
"Sir," said he to the "magistrate, in
a strange voice, "I have been the in
voluntary cause of a terrible mistake.
This man is innocent"
"Gome, come," said M. Daburon,
without stopping his preparations for
departure, "you are going out of your
mind, my dear M. Itebaret How,
after all that yon have read, can—"
"Yes, sir, yea It is because I have
read this that
1 mi
treat you to paoss,
or we shall add one more mistake to
the sad Ust of judicial errors. Read
this examination over carefully there
is not a reply but which declares this
unfortunate man innocent, not a word
but which throws out a ray of light
And he Is still In prison, still In soli
tary confinement?"
"He Is and there he will remain.
It yen please,'' interrupted the mag
istrate. "It becomes you well to talk
in this manner, after the way you
spoke last night, when I hesitated so
much."
"But sir," cried the old detective,
"I still say precisely the same. Ah,
wretched Tabaret! all is lost no one
understands you. Pardon ms. sir, It
1 lack the respect due to yoa hut
yon have not grasped my method. It
Is, however, very simple. Given a
crime, with all the circumstances and
details, I construct bit by bit a
plan ot accusation, which 1 do not
guarantee until It Is entire and per
fect It a man Is found to whom this
plan applies exactly In every partio
ular, the author
ot
the crime is found
otherwise, ose has laid hands upon an
innocent person. It to not sufficient
MUmi
nothing. This Is infallible. Now, la
this case, how have I reached the
culprit? Through proceeding by in
ference from the known to the un
known. I have examined his work
and I have formed an idea of the
worker. Reason and logic lead us
to what? To a villlan, determined,
audacious, and prudent, versed In the
business. And do you think that
CHAPTER XXIII.
M. Daburon surveyed the detective
pityingly, much as he would have
locked at a remarkable monomaniac.
When the old' fellow had finished:
My worthy M'. Tabaret" the magis
trate said to him "you have but one
fault. You err through an excess of
subtlety. You acoord too freely to
others the wonderful sagacity with
which you yourself are endowed^ Our
man has failed in prudence, simply
because he believed his rank would
place him above suspicion."
"No, sir, no a thousand times no.
My culprit—the true one—he whom
we have missed catching feared every
thing. Besides, does Albert defend
himself? No. He is overwhelmend
because he perceives coincidences so
fatal that they appear to condemn him,
without a chance of escape. Does he
try to excuse himself? No. He sim
ply replies, 'It is terrible.' And yet all
through his examination I feel a re
ticence that I cannot explain."
"I can explain It very easily and I
am as confident as though he had con
fessed everything. I have more than
sufficient proofs of that"
"Ah, sir, proofs! There are always
enough of those against an arrested
man. They exist against every inno
cent man who was ever condemned.
Proofs. Why, I had them in quanti
ties against Kaiser, the poor little
tailor, who—"
"Well," interrupted the magistrate,
hastily, "if it is not he, the most in
terested one, who committed the
crime, who then is it? His father, the
Count de Commarin."
"No the true assassin is a young
man."
M. Daburon had arranged his papers
and finished his preparations.
"You must then see that I am right.
Come, good-by, M. Tabaret, and make
haste and get rid of all your foolish
ideas."
He moved toward the door but M.
Tabaret barred his exit.
"Sir," said the old man, "in the
name of Heaven, listen to me. He is
innocent, I swear to you. Help me,
then, to find the real culprit. Sir, think
of your remorse, should you cause
an
But the magistrate would not hear
more. He pushed old Tabaret aside,
jand hurried out.
I "Ah!" he exclaimed, "Albert is in
jnocent: and it is I who have cast
suspicion upon him. It is I, fool thit
I am, who have infused into the ob
stinate spirit ot this magistrate a con
viction that I no longer destroy.
He is Innocent, and Is yet enduring
the most horrible anguish. Suppose
be should commit suicide. But I will
not abandon him. I have ruined him
1 will save him. I must I will find
the culprit and he shall pay dearly
for my mistake, the scoundrel!"
After seeing the Count de Commarin
safely in his carriage at the entrance
of the Palais de Justice, Noel Gerdy
seemed inclined to leave him. Rest
ing one hand against the half-opened
carriage door, he bowed respectfully,
and said:
"When, sir, shall I have the honor
of paying my respects to you?"
"Come with me now said the
old nobleman.
The barrister, still leaning forward,
muttered some excuses. He had, he
•aid, important business he must
positively return home at once.
"Come," repeated the count, In a
tone which admitted of no reply.
Noel obeyed.
"You have found your father," said
M. de Commarin, in a low tone "but
I must warn you, that at the same
time you lose your independence."
The carriage started and only then
did the oount notice that Noel hai
very modestly seated himself oppo
site him. This humility seemed to
displease him greatly,
"Sit by my side, sir," he exclaimed
"are you not my son?"
The barrister without replying, took
his seat by the side of the terrible old
man.
As soon as he left his carriage, and
reached bis own room, the old noble
man recovered his haughtiness. Noel
having fully recovered himself, stood
erect cold as marble, respectful bat
no longer humble The father and
son exchanged glances which had
nothing ot sympathy nor friendliness.
"Sir," said the count, at length, In
a harsh voioe, "henceforth this house
Is yours. From this moment you are
die Viscount de Commarin you re
gain possession of all the rights of
which you were deprived. Listen, he
tore yon thank me. I wish, at once,
to relieve you from all misunderstand
ing. Remember this well, sir had I
been master of the situation, I would
never have recognized yoa Albert
should have remained in the position
I& which I plaoed him."
::r:
Buch
a man would neglect a precaution that
would not be omitted by the stupidest
tyro? It is inconceivable. What!
this man is so skillful as to leave such
feeble traces that they escape Gevrol's
practiccd eye, and you thlrik he would
risk his safety by. leaving an entire
night unaccounted for? It's impos
sible. I am sure of my system as of a
sum that has been proved. The as
sassin has an alibi. Albert has plead
ed none then he is Innocent."
v.''^viC^v^i-v-M -vi'^. "*.'••'
'I understand you, sir," replied
Noel. "I don't think that I could ever
bring myself to do an act like that
by which you deprived me of my
birthright but I declare tbat, if I
had the misfortune to do sq, I should
afterward have acted as you have."
"I have no claim, sir, upon your
affection I do not ask for it, but I
Insist at all times upon the utmost
deference. It is traditional in our
house, that a son shall never interrupt
his father when he is speaking that
you have just been guilty of. Neither
do children judge their parents that
also you have just dona. I provided
the necessary funds for the expenses
of Albert's household, completely, dis
tinct from my own, for he had his
own servants, horses, and carriages
and besides that I allowed the unhap
py boy four thousand francs a month.
I have decided, in order to put a stop
to all foolish gossip, and to make
your position the easier, that you
should live on a grander scale this
matter concerns myself. Further, I
will tncrease your monthly allowance
to six "thousand francs which I trust
you will spend as nobly as possible,
giving the least possible cause for
ridicule. Do you fence?"
"Moderately well."
"That will do. Do you ride?*'
"No but in six months I will be
good horseman, or break my neck.*
"You must become a horseman, and
not break anything. You will occupy
the other wing of the house and there
will be a separate entrance to your
apartments. Servants, horses, car
riages, furniture, such as become a
viscount, will be at your service, with
in forty-eight hours. On the day of
your taking possession, you must look
is though you had been installed there
for years. This very evening, the
workmen shall be here and in the
first place, I must present you to mj
servants."
To put his purpose into execution,
the count moved to touch the bell
rope. Noel stopped him.
"Permit me, sir," he said to the
oount, "without overstepping the
bounds of the utmost respect, to sayi
1 few words. I am touched more than
I can express by your goodness and
vet I beseech you, to delay its mani
Testation. The proposition I am about
io suggest may, perhaps, appear to
rou worthy of consideration. It seema
to me that the situation demands the
greatest delicacy on my part. I am
certain to be judged with the utmost
severity. If I install myself so sud
denly In your house, what will be
said? I shall have the appearance of
conqueror, who thinks little, so long
is he succeeds, of passing over the
body of the conquered. I beseech you,
then, sir, to permit me tor the present
in no way to change my mode of liv
ing. I let public opinion the better
familiarize itself with the Idea of
coming change. Being expected, I
thall not have the air of an intruder
in presenting myself. I shall obtain
(he good opinion of all those who have
envied Albert and I shall secure as
champions all those who would to
morrow as?ail me, if my elevation
?ame suddenly upon them. Besides,
by this delay, I shall accustom myself
Io my abrupt change of fortune."
"Perhaps It would be wisest," mur
mured the count.
This assent, so easily obtained, sur
prised Noel. His confidence increased
he recovered all his former assurance.
"I must add, sir," he continued,
"that there area few matters concern
ing myself which demand my atten
tion.
"Let us occupy ourselves about Al
bert." said Noel.
"What can now be done for Albert?'*
asked the couqt.
"What, sir!" cried Noel, with ar
dor, "would you abandon him, when
he has not a friend left in the world?
He is still your son, sir, he Is my
brother. All members of the family
are jointly liable. Innocent, or guilty,
he has a right so count upon us and
we owe him our assistance."
"What do you then hope for, slrf
saked the count
"To save him. if he is Innocent and
I love to believe that be iB. I am
barrister, sir, and I wish to defend
him. I will find new accents to imbue
the judges with my own convictions.
I will save him, and this shall be my
last cause."
"And if he should confess," said the
count, "if he has already oonfessed?"
"Then,* sir, I will render him the
last service, which, in such a mlsfor*
tune, I should ask ot a brother.
will procure him the means ot avoid
ing judgment."
"That is well spoken, sir," said the
count, "very well, my son!"
And he held out his band to Noel,
who pressed it bowing a respectful
acknowledgment
Noel had the hardihood to again
Interrupt the old nobleman.
"Sir," said he, "when you bado me
follow you here, I obeyed yoa, as was
my duty. Now another and a sacred
duty calls me away. Madame Gerdy
is at this moment dying. Ought I to
leave the death-bed ot her who filled
my mother's place?*'
"Valerie!" murmured the count
"She has done me great harm, she has
ruined my whole life but ought I to
be implacable? She Is dying from tits
accusation which Is hanging over Al
bert, our son. It was 1 who was the
cause
ot
it all. Doubtless, la this last
hour, a word from me would he a
great consolation to bar. I will ae
company you, sir."
(TO BE CONTINUED).
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for hides and tun. Aereas tht
street from the shoe taetorr,
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