Other People's Money [9]
and so plain here, Rue St. Gilles, at the head of another establishment, and leading elsewhere in one of the brilliant quarters of Paris, a reckless life, such as strike terror in the bosom of quiet families?
Could any one understand the same man at once miserly-economical and madly-prodigal, storming when his wife spent a few cents, and robbing to supply the expenses of an adventuress, and collecting in the same drawer the jeweler's accounts and the butcher's bills?
"It is the climax of absurdity," murmured good M. Desormeaux.
Maxence fairly shook with wrath. Mlle. Gilberte was weeping.
Mme. Favoral alone, usually so timid, boldly defended, and with her utmost energy, the man whose name she bore. That he might have embezzled millions, she admitted: that he had deceived and betrayed her so shamefully, that he had made a wretched dupe of her for so many years, seemed to her insensate, monstrous, impossible.
And purple with shame:
"Your suspicions would vanish at once, sir," she said to the commissary, "if I could but explain to you our mode of life."
Encouraged by his first discovery, he was proceeding more minutely with his perquisitions, undoing the strings of every bundle.
"It is useless, madame," he answered in that brief tone which made so much impression upon M. Desclavettes. "You can only tell me what you know; and you know nothing."
"Never, sir, did a man lead a more regular life than M. Favoral."
"In appearance, you are right. Besides, to regulate one's disorder is one of the peculiarities of our time. We open credits to our passions, and we keep account of our infamies by double entry. We operate with method. We embezzle millions that we may hang diamonds to the ears of an adventuress; but we are careful, and we keep the receipted bills."
"But, sir, I have already told you that I never lost sight of my husband."
"Of course."
"Every morning, precisely at nine o'clock, he left home to go to M. de Thaller's office."
"The whole neighborhood knows that, madame."
"At half-past five he came home."
"That, also, is a well-known fact."
"After dinner he went out to play a game, but it was his only amusement; and at eleven o'clock he was always in bed."
"Perfectly correct."
"Well, then, sir, where could M. Favoral have found time to abandon himself to the excesses of which you accuse him?"
Imperceptibly the commissary of police shrugged his shoulders.
"Far from me, madame,' he uttered, "to doubt your good faith. What matters it, moreover, whether your husband spent in this way or in that way the sums which he is charged with having appropriated? But what do your objections prove? Simply that M. Favoral was very skillful, and very much self-possessed. Had he breakfasted when he left you at nine? No. Pray, then, where did he breakfast? In a restaurant? Which? Why did he come home only at half-past five, when his office actually closed at three o'clock? Are you quite sure that it was to the Caf Turc that he went every evening? Finally, why do not you say any thing of the extra work which he, always had to attend to, as he pretended, once or twice a month? Sometimes it was a loan, sometimes a liquidation, or a settlement of dividends, which devolved upon him. Did he come home then? No. He told you that he would dine out, and that it would be more convenient for him to have a cot put up in his office; and thus you were twenty-four or forty-eight hours without seeing him. Surely this double, existence must have weighed heavily upon him; but he was forbidden from breaking off with you, under penalty of being caught the very next day with his hand in the till. It is the respectability of his official life here which made the other possible, - that which has absorbed such enormous sums. The harsher and the closer he were here, the more magnificent he could show himself elsewhere. His household in the Rue St. Gilles was for him a certificate of impunity. Seeing him so economical, every one thought him rich. People who seem to spend nothing are always
Could any one understand the same man at once miserly-economical and madly-prodigal, storming when his wife spent a few cents, and robbing to supply the expenses of an adventuress, and collecting in the same drawer the jeweler's accounts and the butcher's bills?
"It is the climax of absurdity," murmured good M. Desormeaux.
Maxence fairly shook with wrath. Mlle. Gilberte was weeping.
Mme. Favoral alone, usually so timid, boldly defended, and with her utmost energy, the man whose name she bore. That he might have embezzled millions, she admitted: that he had deceived and betrayed her so shamefully, that he had made a wretched dupe of her for so many years, seemed to her insensate, monstrous, impossible.
And purple with shame:
"Your suspicions would vanish at once, sir," she said to the commissary, "if I could but explain to you our mode of life."
Encouraged by his first discovery, he was proceeding more minutely with his perquisitions, undoing the strings of every bundle.
"It is useless, madame," he answered in that brief tone which made so much impression upon M. Desclavettes. "You can only tell me what you know; and you know nothing."
"Never, sir, did a man lead a more regular life than M. Favoral."
"In appearance, you are right. Besides, to regulate one's disorder is one of the peculiarities of our time. We open credits to our passions, and we keep account of our infamies by double entry. We operate with method. We embezzle millions that we may hang diamonds to the ears of an adventuress; but we are careful, and we keep the receipted bills."
"But, sir, I have already told you that I never lost sight of my husband."
"Of course."
"Every morning, precisely at nine o'clock, he left home to go to M. de Thaller's office."
"The whole neighborhood knows that, madame."
"At half-past five he came home."
"That, also, is a well-known fact."
"After dinner he went out to play a game, but it was his only amusement; and at eleven o'clock he was always in bed."
"Perfectly correct."
"Well, then, sir, where could M. Favoral have found time to abandon himself to the excesses of which you accuse him?"
Imperceptibly the commissary of police shrugged his shoulders.
"Far from me, madame,' he uttered, "to doubt your good faith. What matters it, moreover, whether your husband spent in this way or in that way the sums which he is charged with having appropriated? But what do your objections prove? Simply that M. Favoral was very skillful, and very much self-possessed. Had he breakfasted when he left you at nine? No. Pray, then, where did he breakfast? In a restaurant? Which? Why did he come home only at half-past five, when his office actually closed at three o'clock? Are you quite sure that it was to the Caf Turc that he went every evening? Finally, why do not you say any thing of the extra work which he, always had to attend to, as he pretended, once or twice a month? Sometimes it was a loan, sometimes a liquidation, or a settlement of dividends, which devolved upon him. Did he come home then? No. He told you that he would dine out, and that it would be more convenient for him to have a cot put up in his office; and thus you were twenty-four or forty-eight hours without seeing him. Surely this double, existence must have weighed heavily upon him; but he was forbidden from breaking off with you, under penalty of being caught the very next day with his hand in the till. It is the respectability of his official life here which made the other possible, - that which has absorbed such enormous sums. The harsher and the closer he were here, the more magnificent he could show himself elsewhere. His household in the Rue St. Gilles was for him a certificate of impunity. Seeing him so economical, every one thought him rich. People who seem to spend nothing are always