The Crystal Stopper [87]
written on a sheet of letter-paper belonging to the chairman of the Canal Company, of which there are a few samples in this cash-box. Now all these samples have as a water-mark a little cross of Lorraine which is almost invisible, but which can just be seen in the thickness of the paper when you hold it up to the light. The sheet which you have brought me does not contain that little cross of Lorraine."*
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*The Cross of Lorraine is a cross with two horizontal lines or bars across the upper half of the perpendicular beam.-Translator's Note. ________________________________________________________________________
Lupin felt a nervous trembling shake him from head to foot and he dared not turn his eyes on Clarisse, realizing what a terrible blow this was to her. He heard her stammer:
"Then are we to suppose... that Daubrecq was taken in?"
"Not a bit of it!" exclaimed Prasville. "It is you who have been taken in, my poor friend. Daubrecq has the real list, the list which he stole from the dying man's safe."
"But this one... "
"This one is a forgery."
"A forgery?"
"An undoubted forgery. It was an admirable piece of cunning on Daubrecq's part. Dazzled by the crystal stopper which he flashed before your eyes, you did nothing but look for that stopper in which he had stowed away no matter what, the first bit of paper that came to hand, while he quietly kept... "
Prasville interrupted himself. Clarisse was walking up to him with short, stiff steps, like an automaton. She said:
"Then ... "
"Then what, dear friend?"
"You refuse?"
"Certainly, I am obliged to; I have no choice."
"You refuse to take that step?"
"Look here, how can I do what you ask? It's not possible, on the strength of a valueless document... "
"You won't do it?... You won't do it?... And, to-morrow morning... in a few hours... Gilbert... "
She was frightfully pale, her face sunk, like the face of one dying. Her eyes opened wider and wider and her teeth chattered... "
Lupin, fearing the useless and dangerous words which she was about to utter, seized her by the shoulders and tried to drag her away. But she thrust him back with indomitable strength, took two or three more steps, staggered, as though on the point of falling, and, suddenly, in a burst of energy and despair, laid hold of Prasvile and screamed:
"You shall go to the Elysee!... You shall go at once!... You must!... You must save Gilbert!"
"Flease, please, my dear friend, calm yourself... " She gave a strident laugh:
"Calm myself!... When, to-morrow morning, Gilbert... Ah, no, no, I am terrified... it's appalling.... Oh, run, you wretch, run! Obtain his pardon!... Don't you understand? Gilbert... Gilbert is my son! My son! My son!"
Prasville gave a cry. The blade of a knife flashed in Clarisse's hand and she raised her arm to strike herself. But the movement was not completed. M. Nicole caught her arm in its descent and, taking the knife from Clarisse, reducing her to helplessness, he said, in a voice that rang through the room like steel:
"What you are doing is madness!... When I gave you my oath that I would save him! You must... live for him... Gilbert shall not die.... How can he die, when... I gave you my oath?... "
"Gilbert... my son ... " moaned Clarisse.
He clasped her fiercely, drew her against himself and put his hand over her mouth:
"Enough! Be quiet!... I entreat you to be quiet.... Gilbert shall not die... "
With irresistible authority, he dragged her away like a subdued child that suddenly becomes obedient; but, at the moment of opening the door, he turned to Prasville:
"Wait for me here, monsieur," he commanded, in an imperative tone. "If you care about that list of the Twenty-seven, the real list, wait for me. I shall be back in an hour, in two hours, at most; and then we will talk business."
And abruptly, to Clarisse:
"And you, madame, a little courage yet. I command you to show courage, in Gilbert's name."
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*The Cross of Lorraine is a cross with two horizontal lines or bars across the upper half of the perpendicular beam.-Translator's Note. ________________________________________________________________________
Lupin felt a nervous trembling shake him from head to foot and he dared not turn his eyes on Clarisse, realizing what a terrible blow this was to her. He heard her stammer:
"Then are we to suppose... that Daubrecq was taken in?"
"Not a bit of it!" exclaimed Prasville. "It is you who have been taken in, my poor friend. Daubrecq has the real list, the list which he stole from the dying man's safe."
"But this one... "
"This one is a forgery."
"A forgery?"
"An undoubted forgery. It was an admirable piece of cunning on Daubrecq's part. Dazzled by the crystal stopper which he flashed before your eyes, you did nothing but look for that stopper in which he had stowed away no matter what, the first bit of paper that came to hand, while he quietly kept... "
Prasville interrupted himself. Clarisse was walking up to him with short, stiff steps, like an automaton. She said:
"Then ... "
"Then what, dear friend?"
"You refuse?"
"Certainly, I am obliged to; I have no choice."
"You refuse to take that step?"
"Look here, how can I do what you ask? It's not possible, on the strength of a valueless document... "
"You won't do it?... You won't do it?... And, to-morrow morning... in a few hours... Gilbert... "
She was frightfully pale, her face sunk, like the face of one dying. Her eyes opened wider and wider and her teeth chattered... "
Lupin, fearing the useless and dangerous words which she was about to utter, seized her by the shoulders and tried to drag her away. But she thrust him back with indomitable strength, took two or three more steps, staggered, as though on the point of falling, and, suddenly, in a burst of energy and despair, laid hold of Prasvile and screamed:
"You shall go to the Elysee!... You shall go at once!... You must!... You must save Gilbert!"
"Flease, please, my dear friend, calm yourself... " She gave a strident laugh:
"Calm myself!... When, to-morrow morning, Gilbert... Ah, no, no, I am terrified... it's appalling.... Oh, run, you wretch, run! Obtain his pardon!... Don't you understand? Gilbert... Gilbert is my son! My son! My son!"
Prasville gave a cry. The blade of a knife flashed in Clarisse's hand and she raised her arm to strike herself. But the movement was not completed. M. Nicole caught her arm in its descent and, taking the knife from Clarisse, reducing her to helplessness, he said, in a voice that rang through the room like steel:
"What you are doing is madness!... When I gave you my oath that I would save him! You must... live for him... Gilbert shall not die.... How can he die, when... I gave you my oath?... "
"Gilbert... my son ... " moaned Clarisse.
He clasped her fiercely, drew her against himself and put his hand over her mouth:
"Enough! Be quiet!... I entreat you to be quiet.... Gilbert shall not die... "
With irresistible authority, he dragged her away like a subdued child that suddenly becomes obedient; but, at the moment of opening the door, he turned to Prasville:
"Wait for me here, monsieur," he commanded, in an imperative tone. "If you care about that list of the Twenty-seven, the real list, wait for me. I shall be back in an hour, in two hours, at most; and then we will talk business."
And abruptly, to Clarisse:
"And you, madame, a little courage yet. I command you to show courage, in Gilbert's name."