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The Captain dragged through the crowd an enormous bag in which were engulfed pennies and dirty notes; and from the top of the caravan Dorothy delivered her farewell address:
âVery many thanks, agriculturists and townspeople! It is with regret that we leave this generous locality. But before we depart we take this opportunity of informing you that Mademoiselle Dorothy (she saluted) is not only the directress of a circus and a first-class performer. Mademoiselle Dorothy (she saluted) will also demonstrate her extraordinary excellence in the sphere of clairvoyance and psychic powers. The lines of the hand, the cards, coffee grounds, handwriting, and astrology have no secrets for her. She dissipates the darkness. She solves enigmas. With her magic ring she makes invisible springs burst forth, and above all, she discovers in the most unfathomable places, under the stones of old castles, and in the depths of forgotten dungeons, fantastic treasures whose existence no one suspected. A word to the wise is enough. I have the honor to thank you.â
She descended quickly. The three boys were packing up the properties.
Saint-Quentin came to her.
âWe hook it, donât we, straight away? Those policemen have kept an eye on me the whole time.â
She replied:
âThen you didnât hear the end of my speech?â
âWhat about it?â
âWhat about it? Why, the consultations are going to beginâ âthe superlucid clairvoyant Dorothy. Look, I here come some clientsâ ââ ⊠the bearded nobleman and the gentleman in velveteenâ ââ ⊠I like the gentleman in velveteen. He is very polite; and thereâs no side about his fawn-colored gaitersâ âthe complete gentleman-farmer.â
The bearded nobleman was beside himself. He loaded the young girl with extravagant compliments, looking at her the while in an uncommonly equivocal fashion. He introduced himself as âMaxime dâEstreicher,â introduced his companion as âRaoul Davernoie,â and finally, on behalf of the Countess Octave, invited her to come to tea in the chĂąteau.
âAlone?â she asked.
âCertainly not,â protested Raoul Davernoie with a courteous bow. âOur cousin is anxious to congratulate all your comrades. Will you come, mademoiselle?â
Dorothy accepted. Just a moment to change her frock, and she would come to the chĂąteau.
âNo, no; no toilet!â cried dâEstreicher. âCome as you are.â ââ ⊠You look perfectly charming in that slightly scanty costume. How pretty you are like that!â
Dorothy flushed and said dryly:
âNo compliments, please.â
âIt isnât a compliment, mademoiselle,â he said a trifle ironically. âItâs the natural homage one pays to beauty.â
He went off, taking Raoul Davernoie with him.
âSaint-Quentin,â murmured Dorothy, looking after them. âKeep an eye on that gentleman.â
âWhy?â
âHeâs the man in the blouse who nearly brought you down this morning.â
Saint-Quentin staggered as if he had received the charge of shot.
âAre you sure?â
âVery nearly. He has the same way of walking, dragging his right leg a little.â
He muttered:
âHe has recognized me!â
âI think so. When he saw you jumping about during the performance it recalled to his mind the black devil performing acrobatic feats against the face of the cliff. And it was only a step from you to me who shoved the slab over on to his head. I read it all in his eyes and his attitude towards me this afternoonâ âjust in his manner of speaking to me. There was a touch of mockery in it.â
Saint-Quentin lost his temper:
âAnd we arenât hurrying off at once! You dare stay?â
âI dare.â
âBut that man?â
âHe doesnât know that I penetrated his disguise.â ââ ⊠And as long as he doesnât knowâ ââ
âYou mean that your intention is?â
âPerfectly simpleâ âto tell them their fortunes, amuse them, and puzzle them.â
âBut whatâs your object?â
âI want to make them talk in their turn.â
âWhat about?â
âWhat I want to know.â
âWhat do you want to know?â
âThatâs what I donât know. Itâs for them to teach me.â
âAnd suppose they discover the robbery? Suppose they cross-examine us?â
âSaint-Quentin, take the Captainâs wooden gun, mount guard in front of the caravan, and when the policemen approach, shoot them down.â
When she had made herself tidy, she took Saint-Quentin with her to the chĂąteau and on the way made him repeat all the details of his nocturnal expedition. Behind them came Castor and Pollux, then the Captain, who dragged after him by a string a little toy cart loaded with tiny packages.
They entertained them in the large drawing-room of the chĂąteau. The Countess, who indeed was, as Dorothy had said, an agreeable and amiable woman, and of a seductive prettiness, stuffed the children with dainties, and was wholly charming to the young girl. For her part, Dorothy seemed quite as much at her ease with her hosts as she had been on the top of the caravan. She had merely hidden her short skirt and bodice under a large black shawl, drawn in at the waist by a belt. The ease of her manner, her cultivated intonation, her correct speech, to which now and then a slang word gave a certain spiciness, her quickness, and the intelligent expression of her brilliant eyes amazed the Countess and charmed the three men.
âMademoiselle,â dâEstreicher exclaimed, âif you can foretell the future, I can assure you that I too can clearly foresee it, and that certain fortune awaits you. Ah, if you would put yourself in my hands and let me direct your career in Paris! I am in touch with all the worlds and I can guarantee your success.â
She tossed her head:
âI donât need anyone.â
âMademoiselle,â said he, âconfess that you do not find me congenial.â
âNeither congenial nor uncongenial. I donât really know you.â
âIf you really knew me, youâd have confidence in me.â
âI donât think so,â she said.
âWhy?â
She took his hand, turned it over, bent over the open palm, and as she examined it said slowly:
âDissipation.â ââ ⊠Greedy for money.â ââ ⊠Conscienceless.â ââ âŠâ
âBut I protest, mademoiselle! Conscienceless? I? I who am full of scruples.â
âYour hand says the opposite, monsieur.â
âDoes it also say that I have no luck?â
âNone at all.â
âWhat? Shanât I ever be rich?â
âI fear not.â
âConfound it.â ââ ⊠And what about my death? Is it a long way off?â
âNot very.â
âA painful death?â
âA matter of
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