There were opposite Bregeac’s house, some empty rooms. Ralph
established himself in them. Moreover, since the nurse was in
Marescal’s pay, he renewed his acquaintance with the maid and bribed
her. Thrice, during the absence of the nurse, this maid took him into
Aurelie’s bedroom.
Aurelie did not appear to recognize him. She was still so enfeebled by
the fever that she could only utter a few incoherent words and close
her eyes again. But he had no doubt that she heard him and that she
knew who it was who spoke to her in that gentle voice which comforted
and soothed her like the passes of an hypnotist.
“It is I, Aurelie,” he said. “You see that I am true to my promise and
that you may have complete confidence in me. I swear to you that your
enemies are not capable of fighting me and that I will set you free.
How should it be otherwise? I think of nothing but you. I reconstitute
your life, and little by little it grows clearer and clearer to me
exactly as it is, simple and honest. I know that you are innocent. I’ve
always known it, even when I accused you. The most irrefutable proof
seemed false to me: the lady with the green eyes could not be a
criminal.”
He did not fear to go further in his avowals and say the tenderest
words to her, to which she was compelled to listen, for he mixed with
his advice:
“You are all my life. I have never found so much grace and charm in a
woman. Trust yourself to me, Aurelie. I only ask one thing of you, you
know, trust. If any one questions you, do not answer. If any one writes
to you, do not reply, if any one wishes to take you away from here
refuse to go. Trust in me to the very last minute of the cruelest hour.
I shall be there. I shall always be there because I live only for you
and by you.”
The girl’s face filled slowly with a restful quietness. She fell
asleep, as if lulled by a happy dream.
Then he slipped into the room reserved for the use of Bregeac and
sought, vainly enough, papers and information which might guide his
actions.
He also made domiciliary visits to the flat which Marescal occupied in
the Rue de Rivoli and searched them with extraordinary minuteness.
Finally he made the most careful inquiries in the offices of the
Minister of the Interior in which the two men worked. Their rivalry and
hatred of one another were known to all. Both of them, supported by
people in high places, were the objects of a struggle both at the
Ministry and at the Prefecture of Police, waged by powerful personages
who battled above their heads. The service suffered from it. Either of
them accused the other openly of serious derelictions from duty. There
was talk of calling on them to resign. Which of them would be
sacrificed?
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