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he would have sense enough to do

"But"-
"Would you have this affair become
+ public? Do you wish a case to be
brought into the police court in which
your wife is the victim" .-
ooh, monsieur ~=~
t'Then let the rascal go free Here
are the 100000 francs. Here are re.
ceipts for all the articles which he has
pawned. We should consider ourselves
fortunate. He has kept $4,000 francs,
So much the better for you This sum
will enable him to go abroad, and we
shall never see him again.
Like every one else, NJ. Fauvel sub.
mitted to the ascendency of NJ. Verdu.
ret. Gradually he had awakened to the
true state of affairs. Prospective hap,
piness was possible, and he felt that ht
was indebted to NJ. Verduret for more
than life. He was not slow in express.
ing his gratitude. He seized NJ. Verdu
ret's hand, as if to carry it to his lips
and said, with emotion:
How can I ever find words to ex.
press my appreciation? How canI re
pay the great service you have rem.
dered me?'
M. Verduret reflected a moment ano
then said:
"Since you feel under obligations to
me have favor to ask Of you"
"a favor of me? Speak, monsieur.
You have but to name it. My fortune
and life are at your disposal"
"Well, then, monsieur, confess I am
Prosper's friend and deeply interested
in his future. Can you not exonerate
him, restore him to his position? Yor
can do more than this, monsieur. He
loves Mile. Madeleine"
Madeleine shall be his wife, mon.
sieur," interrupted the banker. 81 give
you my word, and will so publicly ex.
onerate him that no one shall reproact
him with what has been my mistake"
The fat man quietly took up his ha,
and cane, which stood in a corner, as
if he had been paying an ordinary
morning call, and turned to leave the
room.
Monsieur" he said before going.
ttexcuse my intruding any advice, but
Nine. Fauvep'-
"Andre" cried the poor woman. IAN
drew
The banker hesitated a moment
then, following the impulse of his
heart, ran to his wife and. clasping he1
in his arms, said:
''No; will not be so foolish as tt
struggle against my heart. 1 do moi
pardon, Valentine; I forget-I forget
ALP
NJ. Verduret had nothing more to dc
at Vesinet. Therefore, without takins
leave Of the banker, he quietly left the
room and, taking his cab, ordered the
driver to return to Paris and drive tc
the Hotel du Louvre as rapidly as pos.
sible. His mind was filled with anx1
ETY.. He knew that Raoul would give
him no more trouble. The young rogue
was probably taking his passage fol-
some foreign land at that very mo
ment. But Clameran should not es.
cape the punishment he deserved. But
how was it possible to inflict this pun.
ishment without compromising Nine
Fauvel? M. Verduret thought over the
various cases similar to this, but not
one among his repertory of expedients
could be applied to the present circum.
stances. After long thought he decid.
ed that an accusation of poisoning
must come from Oloron. II will &c
there and work upon public opinion, SC
that to satisfy the townspeople the au.
thorities would order an inquest in
Gaston's case. But this required time.
and Clameran, being warned, would
disappear.
1t was almost dark when the carriage
stopped in front of the Hotel du Lou.
vre. NJ. Verduret noticed a crowd OF
people collected together in groups and
heard the police crying 'Move onv'
The crowd would merely separate in
one spot to join a more clamorcus
group few yards off.
'What has happened?" demanded NJ.
Verduret of lounger near by.
"a strange thing" replied the man.
HE first appeared at that seventh sto.
ry window. He was only half dressed.
Some persons tried to seize him; but,
with the agility Of sleepwalker, he
Jumped out upon the roof, shrieking
Murder! MURDER The recklessness
of his conduct led me to SUPPOSE
The gossip stopped short in his mar
rative, very much astonished. His
questioner had vanished.
'Could it be Clameran?" thought M,
Verduret.
He pushed through the crowded
courtyard of the hotel.
At the foot of the staircase M. Fan.
ferlot and three peculiar looking indi-
v1duals were standing together.
''Well,'' cried NJ. Verduret, whats
the matter?'
''The matter is this" said Fanferlot
dejectedly. II have no luck. You see
how it is. This is the only chance I
ever had Of working out a beautiful
case, and, presto, my criminal breaks
down"
"Then it is Clameran who"-
''Of course it is. When the rascal
saw me this morning, he scampered off