Every one
at once rushed to the little room, where the wretched men had been
conducted. There extended, face upward, on the floor, lay the
Marquis de Valorsay, with his brains oozing from his fractured
skull, and his right hand still clutching a revolver. He was
dead. "And the other!" cried the throng; "the other!"
The open window, and a curtain rudely torn from its fastenings and
secured to the balustrade, told how M. de Coralth had made his
escape. It was not till later that people learned what
precautions the baron had taken. On the table in that room he had
laid two revolvers, and two packages containing ten thousand
francs each. The viscount had not hesitated.
* * * * *
Pascal Ferailleur and Mademoiselle Marguerite de Chalusse were
married at the church of Saint Etienne du Mont, only a few steps
from the Rue d'Ulm. Those who knew the mystery connected with the
bride's parentage were greatly astonished when they saw Baron
Trigault act as a witness on this occasion, in company with the
venerable justice of the peace. But such was the fact,
nevertheless. Treated more and more outrageously by his daughter
and her husband, separated from his wife, who had nearly lost her
reason, although her letters were saved, the baron has nowadays
found affection and a home with Pascal and his wife.
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