The Count's Millions by Émile Gaboriau
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"Bless me! during the six months she has been here, she has never
once complained." "If she is bored," added M. Casimir, "she conceals it bravely." "Naturally enough," sneered the waiting-maid, with an ironical gesture; "each month that mademoiselle remains here, brings her too much money for her to complain." By the laugh that greeted this reply, and by the looks the older servants exchanged, the new-comer must have realized that he had discovered the secret skeleton hidden in every house. "What! what!" he exclaimed, on fire with curiosity; "is there really anything in that? To tell the truth, I was inclined to doubt it." His companions were evidently about to tell him all they knew, or rather all they thought they knew, when the front-door bell rang vigorously. "There he comes!" exclaimed the concierge; "but he's in too much of a hurry; hell have to wait awhile." He sullenly pulled the cord, however; the heavy door swayed on its hinges, and a cab-driver, breathless and hatless, burst into the room, crying, "Help! help!" The servants sprang to their feet. "Make haste!" continued the driver. "I was bringing a gentleman here--you must know him. He's outside, in my vehicle----" |
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