Volume II Part 23 (1/2)
”And his friend Velletri to accompany them here--”
”Velletri? The Italian spy? The tool of the Jesuits, who treacherously betrayed his own countrymen, the Carbonari?” asked Fanfaro, conte new,” replied Arthur, ”but it served ht Why wasn't I more particular in the choice of irl, a street-singer”
”The scoundrels! Where have they carried the poor child to?”
”God alone knows! I only heard here about the plan, but the scoundrels did not infor the poor child,” replied Arthur, feeling ashahtest connection with the affair, and inwardly vowing never again to have anything to do with the scoundrels who bear noble nairl, no doubt, has relatives, parents or friends, ill follow her traces?”
”No,” replied Aube, ”she is an orphan, and is called the 'Marquise'”
”Why has she received that sobriquet?”
”I do not know She is a very respectable girl”
”Where does she live?”
”Not far from here, No 42 Boulevard du Temple, fifth story Robeckal, an extra waiter, who, as I have since found out, is a cunning scoundrel, had engaged her for to-night”
”If Robeckal had a hand in the affair then it can only be a scoundrelly one!” exclaimed Fanfaro, with a frown
”Do you know him?”
”Unfortunately, yes; tell me what more do you know?”
”Not much The 'Marquise' lives with an old, poor crazy woman, who lost her reason and the use of her liirl, whose naht
”Yes; hat is the irl?”
”About sixteen”
”My God, that would just be right; but no, it cannot be”
”Monsieur Fanfaro,” said Montferrand, gently, ”can I do anything for you, you seem to be in trouble?”
”Oh, I have a horrible suspicion, I cannot explain it to you now, but the age and the naain he crosses my path; but if I catch him noill stamp upon him like a worm!”
”Do you intend to follow the robbers?”
”Certainly, I irl”
”Monsieur Fanfaro,” said Montferrand, ”do with me what you will, I will help you!”