Three days
since I wrote to you, and no Bourdin till now."
"Imagine, general, quite a history. You recollect well the handsome
viscount in the Rue de Chaillot?"
"Saint Remy?"
"Exactly! you know how he laughed at our writs?"
"It was quite indecent."
"To be sure it was. Malicorne and I were quite stupefied at it, if that
were possible."
"It is impossible, brave Bourdin."
"Happily, general, but here is the fact; this handsome viscount has got new
titles."
"Has he become a count?"
"No! from a cheat he has become a robber."
"Ah! ah!"
"They are at his heels for some diamonds he has stolen; and, by way of
parenthesis, they belong to that jeweler who employed this sneak of a
Morel, the lapidary whom we went to nab in the Rue du Temple, when a tall
slim jockey, with black mustaches, paid for the starved rat, and came near
pitching headforemost down the stairs Malicorne and me."
"Oh! yes, yes; I recollect. You told me that, my poor Bourdin; it was very
funny. The best of the farce was that the portress of the house emptied on
your backs a saucepan of boiling soup."
"Saucepan included, general, which burst like a bomb at our feet. The old
sorceress!"
"That will be taken into your charge. But this handsome viscount?"
"I tell you, then, that Saint Remy was prosecuted for a robbery, after
having made his ninny of a father believe that he had blown his brains out.
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