Victor Chupin was
not a person to make promises and then leave them unfulfilled.
Though he was usually unimpressionable, like all who lead a
precarious existence, still, when his emotions were once aroused,
they did not spend themselves in empty protestations. It became
his fixed determination to find Pascal Ferailleur, and the
difficulties of the task in no wise weakened his resolution. His
starting point was that Pascal had lived in the Rue d'Ulm, and had
suddenly gone off with his mother, with the apparent intention of
sailing for America. This was all he knew positively, and
everything else was mere conjecture. Still Mademoiselle
Marguerite had convinced him that instead of leaving Paris, Pascal
was really still there, only waiting for an opportunity to
establish his innocence, and to wreak his vengeance upon M. de
Coralth and the Marquis de Valorsay. On the other hand, with such
a slight basis to depend upon, was it not almost madness to hope
to discover a man who had such strong reasons for concealing
himself? Chupin did not think so in fact, when he declared his
determination to perform this feat, his plan was already
perfected.
On leaving M. Fortunat's office, he hastened straight to the Rue
d'Ulm, at the top of his speed. The concierge of the house where
Pascal had formerly resided was by no means a polite individual.
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