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But when Madame Gerdy read the account of the murder, the unhappy woman
divined her son's work, and, in the first paroxysms of her grief, she
declared that she would denounce him.

He was terrified. A frightful delirium had taken possession of his
mother. One word from her might destroy him. Putting a bold face on it,
however, he acted at once and staked his all.

To put the police on Albert's track was to guarantee his own safety,
to insure to himself, in the event of a probable success, Count de
Commarin's name and fortune.

Circumstances, as well as his own terror, increased his boldness and his
ingenuity.

Old Tabaret's visit occurred just at the right moment.

Noel knew of his connection with the police, and guessed that the old
fellow would make a most valuable confidant.

So long as Madame Gerdy lived, Noel trembled. In her delirium she
might betray him at any moment. But when she had breathed her last, he
believed himself safe. He thought it all over, he could see no further
obstacle in his way; he was sure he had triumphed.

And now all was discovered, just as he was about to reach the goal of
his ambition. But how? By whom? What fatality had resuscitated a secret
which he had believed buried with Madame Gerdy?

But where is the use, when one is at the bottom of an abyss, of knowing
which stone gave way, or of asking down what side one fell?

The cab stopped in the Rue de Provence. Noel leaned out of the door, his
eyes exploring the neighbourhood and throwing a searching glance into
the depths of the hall of the house. Seeing no one, he paid the fare
through the front window, before getting out of the cab, and, crossing
the pavement with a bound, he rushed up stairs.

Charlotte, at sight of him, gave a shout of joy.

"At last it is you, sir!" she cried. "Ah, madame has been expecting you
with the greatest impatience! She has been very anxious."

Juliette expecting him! Juliette anxious!

The advocate did not stop to ask questions. On reaching this spot,
he seemed suddenly to recover all his composure. He understood his
imprudence; he knew the exact value of every minute he delayed here.

"If any one rings," said he to Charlotte, "don't open the door. No
matter what may be said or done, don't open the door!"

On hearing Noel's voice, Juliette ran out to meet him. He pushed her
gently into the salon, and followed, closing the door.

There for the first time she saw his face.

He was so changed; his look was so haggard that she could not keep from
crying out, "What is the matter?"

Noel made no reply; he advanced towards her and took her hand.

"Juliette," he demanded in a hollow voice, fastening his flashing eyes
upon her,--"Juliette, be sincere; do you love me?"

She instinctively felt that something dreadful had occurred: she
seemed to breathe an atmosphere of evil; but she, as usual, affected
indifference.

"You ill-natured fellow," she replied, pouting her lips most
provokingly, "do you deserve--"

"Oh, enough!" broke in Noel, stamping his feet fiercely. "Answer me," he
continued, bruising her pretty hands in his grasp, "yes, or no,--do you
love me?"

A hundred times had she played with her lover's anger, delighting to
excite him into a fury, to enjoy the pleasure of appeasing him with a
word; but she had never seen him like this before.

She had wronged him greatly; and she dared not complain of this his
first harshness.

"Yes, I love you," she stammered, "do you not know it?"

"Why?" replied the advocate, releasing her hands; "why? Because, if
you love me you must prove it; if you love me, you must follow me at
once,--abandon everything. Come, fly with me. Time presses----"

The young girl was terrified.

"Great heavens! what has happened?"

"Nothing, except that I have loved you too much, Juliette. When I found
I had no more money for your luxury, your caprices, I became wild. To
procure money, I,--I committed a crime,--a crime; do you understand?
They are pursuing me now. I must fly: will you follow me?"

Juliette's eyes grew wide with astonishment; but she doubted Noel.

"A crime? You?" she began.

"Yes, me! Would you know the truth? I have committed murder, an
assassination. But it was all for you."

The advocate felt that Juliette would certainly recoil from him in
horror. He expected that terror which a murderer inspires. He was
resigned to it in advance. He thought that she would fly from him;
perhaps there would be a scene. She might, who knows, have hysterics;
might cry out, call for succor, for help, for aid. He was wrong.

With a bound, Juliette flew to him, throwing herself upon him, her arms
about his neck, and embraced him as she had never embraced him before.

"Yes, I do love you!" she cried. "Yes, you have committed a crime for
my sake, because you loved me. You have a heart. I never really knew you
before!"

It had cost him dear to inspire this passion in Madame Juliette; but
Noel never thought of that.

He experienced a moment of intense delight: nothing appeared hopeless to
him now.

But he had the presence of mind to free himself from her embrace.

"Let us go," he said; "the one great danger is, that I do not know from
whence the attack comes. How they have discovered the truth is still a
mystery to me."

Juliette remembered her alarming visitor of the afternoon; she
understood it all.

"Oh, what a wretched woman I am!" she cried, wringing her hands in
despair; "it is I who have betrayed you. It occurred on Tuesday, did it
not?"

"Yes, Tuesday."

"Ah, then I have told all, without a doubt, to your friend, the old man
I supposed you had sent, Tabaret!"

"Has Tabaret been here?"

"Yes; just a little while ago."

"Come, then," cried Noel, "quickly; it's a miracle that he hasn't been
back."

He took her arm, to hurry her away; but she nimbly released herself.

"Wait," said she. "I have some money, some jewels. I will take them."

"It is useless. Leave everything behind. I have a fortune, Juliette; let
us fly!"

She had already opened her jewel box, and was throwing everything of
value that she possessed pell mell into a little travelling bag.

"Ah, you are ruining me," cried Noel, "you are ruining me!"

He spoke thus; but his heart was overflowing with joy.

"What sublime devotion! She loves me truly," he said to himself; "for my
sake, she renounces her happy life without hesitation; for my sake, she
sacrifices all!"

Juliette had finished her preparations, and was hastily tying on her
bonnet, when the door-bell rang.

"It is the police!" cried Noel, becoming, if possible, even more livid.

The young woman and her lover stood as immovable as two statues, with
great drops of perspiration on their foreheads, their eyes dilated, and
their ears listening intently. A second ring was heard, then a third.

Charlotte appeared walking on tip-toe.

"There are several," she whispered; "I heard them talking together."

Grown tired of ringing, they knocked loudly on the door. The sound of a
voice reached the drawing-room, and the word "law" was plainly heard.

"No more hope!" murmured Noel.

"Don't despair," cried Juliette; "try the servants' staircase!"

"You may be sure they have not forgotten it."

Juliette went to see, and returned dejected and terrified. She bad
distinguished heavy foot-steps on the landing, made by some one
endeavouring to walk softly.

"There must be some way of escape!" she cried fiercely.

"Yes," replied Noel, "one way. I have given my word. They are picking
the lock. Fasten all the doors, and let them break them down; it will
give me time."

Juliette and Charlotte ran to carry out his directions. Then Noel,
leaning against the mantel piece, seized his revolver and pointed it at
his breast.

But Juliette, who had returned, perceiving the movement, threw herself
upon her lover, but so violently that the revolver turned aside and
went off. The shot took effect, the bullet entering Noel's stomach. He
uttered a frightful cry.

Juliette had made his death a terrible punishment; she had prolonged his
agony.

He staggered, but remained standing, supporting himself by the mantel
piece, while the blood flowed copiously from his wound.

Juliette clung to him, trying to wrest the revolver from his grasp.

"You shall not kill yourself," she cried, "I will not let you. You are
mine; I love you! Let them come. What can they do to you? If they
put you in prison, you can escape. I will help you, we will bribe the
jailors. Ah, we will live so happily together, no matter where, far away
in America where no one knows us!"

The outer door had yielded; the police were now picking the lock of the
door of the ante-chamber.

"Let me finish!" murmured Noel; "they must not take me alive!"

And, with a supreme effort, triumphing over his dreadful agony, he
released himself, and roughly pushed Juliette away. She fell down near
the sofa.

Then, he once more aimed his revolver at the place where he felt his
heart beating, pulled the trigger and rolled to the floor.

It was full time, for the police at that moment entered the room.

Their first thought was, that before shooting himself, Noel had shot his
mistress. They knew of cases where people had romantically desired
to quit this world in company; and, moreover, had they not heard two
reports? But Juliette was already on her feet again.

"A doctor," she cried, "a doctor! He can not be dead!"

One man ran out; while the others, under old Tabaret's direction, raised
the body, and carried it to Madame Juliette's bedroom where they laid it
on the bed.

"For his sake, I trust his wounds are mortal!" murmured the old
detective, whose anger left him at the sight. "After all, I loved him as
though he were my own child; his name is still in my will!"

Old Tabaret stopped. Noel just then uttered a groan, and opened his
eyes.

"You see that he will live!" cried Juliette.

The advocate shook his head feebly, and, for a moment, he tossed about
painfully on the bed, passing his right hand first under his coat, and
then under his pillow. He even succeeded in turning himself half-way
towards the wall and then back again.

Upon a sign, which was at once understood, someone placed another pillow
under his head. Then in a broken, hissing voice, he uttered a few words:
"I am the assassin," he said. "Write it down, I will sign it; it will
please Albert. I owe him that at least."

While they were writing, he drew Juliette's head close to his lips.

"My fortune is beneath the pillow," he whispered. "I give it all to
you."

A flow of blood rose to his mouth; and they all thought him dead. But he
still had strength enough to sign his confession, and to say jestingly
to M. Tabaret, "Ah, ha, my friend, so you go in for the detective
business, do you! It must be great fun to trap one's friends in person!
Ah, I have had a fine game; but, with three women in the play, I was
sure to lose."

The death struggle commenced, and, when the doctor arrived, he could
only announce the decease of M. Noel Gerdy, advocate.



CHAPTER XX.

Some months later, one evening, at old Mademoiselle de Goello's house,
the Marchioness d'Arlange, looking ten years younger than when we saw
her last, was giving her dowager friends an account of the wedding of
her granddaughter Claire, who had just married the Viscount Albert de
Commarin.

"The wedding," said she, "took place on our estate in Normandy, without
any flourish of trumpets. My son-in-law wished it; for which I think he
is greatly to blame. The scandal raised by the mistake of which he had
been the victim, called for a brilliant wedding. That was my opinion,
and I did not conceal it. But the boy is as stubborn as his father,
which is saying a good deal; he persisted in his obstinacy. And my
impudent granddaughter, obeying beforehand her future husband, also
sided against me. It is, however, of no consequence; I defy anyone to
find to-day a single individual with courage enough to confess that he
ever for an instant doubted Albert's innocence. I have left the young
people in all the bliss of the honeymoon, billing and cooing like a
pair of turtle doves. It must be admitted that they have paid dearly
for their happiness. May they be happy then, and may they have lots of
children, for they will have no difficulty in bringing them up and in
providing for them. I must tell you that, for the first time in his
life, and probably for the last, the Count de Commarin has behaved like
an angel! He has settled all his fortune on his son, absolutely all. He
intends living alone on one of his estates. I am afraid the poor dear
old man will not live long. I am not sure that he has entirely recovered
from that last attack. Anyhow, my grandchild is settled, and grandly
too. I know what it has cost me, and how economical I shall have to be.
But I do not think much of those parents who hesitate at any pecuniary
sacrifice when their children's happiness is at stake."

The marchioness forgot, however, to state that, a week before the
wedding, Albert freed her from a very embarrassing position, and had
discharged a considerable amount of her debts.

Since then, she had not borrowed more than nine thousand francs of him;
but she intends confessing to him some day how greatly she is annoyed by
her upholsterer, by her dressmaker, by three linen drapers, and by five
or six other tradesmen.

Ah, well, she is all the same a worthy woman; she never says anything
against her son-in-law!

Retiring to his father's home in Poitou, after sending in his
resignation, M. Daburon has at length found rest; forgetfulness will
come later on. His friends do not yet despair of inducing him to marry.

Madame Juliette is quite consoled for the loss of Noel. The eighty
thousand francs hidden by him under the pillow were not taken from her.
They are nearly all gone now though. Before long the sale of a handsome
suite of furniture will be announced.

Old Tabaret, alone, is indelibly impressed. After having believed in the
infallibility of justice, he now sees every where nothing but judicial
errors.

The ex-amateur detective doubts the very existence of crime, and
maintains that the evidence of one's senses proves nothing. He
circulates petitions for the abolition of capital punishment, and has
organised a society for the defence of poor and innocent prisoners.