It seems the father went to the Indies and served a prince, or something, and he is now in Paris." "Lies! it's all a trick! infamous! I'll find that damned cripple if I've got to go express to Paris for him," cried Dumay.

"Butscha is deceiving us; he knows something about Modeste, and hasn't told us.

If he meddles in this thing he shall never be a notary.

I'll roll him in the mud from which he came, I'll--" "Come, come, my friend; never hang a man before you try him," said Latournelle, frightened at Dumay's rage.
After stating the facts on which his suspicions were founded, Dumay begged Madame Latournelle to go and stay at the Chalet during his absence.
"You will find the colonel in Paris," said the notary.

"In the shipping news quoted this morning in the Journal of Commerce, I found under the head of Marseilles--here, see for yourself," he said, offering the paper.