. Monsieur Lecoq & The honor of the name . sclothes were burned. And he it was who, during the searcha few minutes later, had the hardihood to call out: Otto, byall means allow these men to do their duty. But he did notbreathe freely until the police agents had departed. At last,he exclaimed, honor is saved ! We have outwitted Lecoq! He had just left his bath, and assumed a dressing-gown,when Otto handed him a letter from the duchess. He hastilyopened the envelope and read: You are safe. You knoweverything. I am dying. Farewell. I loved you. With two bounds he reached his wifes apartments. The
. Monsieur Lecoq & The honor of the name . sclothes were burned. And he it was who, during the searcha few minutes later, had the hardihood to call out: Otto, byall means allow these men to do their duty. But he did notbreathe freely until the police agents had departed. At last,he exclaimed, honor is saved ! We have outwitted Lecoq! He had just left his bath, and assumed a dressing-gown,when Otto handed him a letter from the duchess. He hastilyopened the envelope and read: You are safe. You knoweverything. I am dying. Farewell. I loved you. With two bounds he reached his wifes apartments. Theouter door was locked: he burst it open; but he came too was dead—poisoned, like Marie-Anne; but she hadprocured a drug having an instantaneous effect, and extendedon her couch, clad in her wonted apparel, her hands foldedover her breast, she seemed only asleep. A tear glistened inMartials eye. Poor, unhappy woman! he murmured; mayGod forgive you as I forgive you—you whose crime has beenso frightfully expiated here below!. CAFF, in his own princely mansion, and surrounded by an^ army of retainers, the Due de Sairmeuse had triumphantly[aimed: We have outwitted Lecoq!In tins he was right; for the young detective was certainly nonplused for the time being; but when his grace fancied him- 634 THE HONOR OF THE NAME self forever beyond this wily, keen-witted, aspiring agentsreach, he was most decidedly wrong. Lecoq was not the manto sit down with folded hands and brood over the humiliationof defeat. Before he went to old Tabaret, he was beginning torecover from his despondency; and when he left that expe-rienced detectives presence, he had regained his courage, en-ergy, and command over his faculties. Well, my worthyfriend, he remarked to Father Absinthe, who was trottingalong by his side, you heard what the great Monsieur Tabaretsaid, didnt you? So, you see, I was right. But his companion evinced no enthusiasm. Yes, you wereright, he responded, in wobegone tones. Do
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