CHAPTER XIV
MATTERS GROWN COMPLICATED
During these little events other little events were going on in Havre,
which caused Modeste to forget her present uneasiness. Dumay went down
to Havre early in the morning, and soon discovered that no architect
had been in town the day before. Furious at Butscha's lie, which
revealed a conspiracy of which he was resolved to know the meaning, he
rushed from the mayor's office to his friend Latournelle.
"Where's your Master Butscha?" he demanded of the notary, when he saw
that the clerk was not in his place.
"Butscha, my dear fellow, has gone to Paris. He heard some news of his
father this morning on the quays, from a Swedish sailor. It seems the
father went to the Indies and served a prince, or something, and he is
now in Paris."
"Lies! it's all a trick! infamous! I'll find that damned cripple if
I've got to go express to Paris for him," cried Dumay. "Butscha is
deceiving us; he knows something about Modeste, and hasn't told us. If
he meddles in this thing he shall never be a notary. I'll roll him in
the mud from which he came, I'll--"
"Come, come, my friend; never hang a man before you try him," said
Latournelle, frightened at Dumay's rage.
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