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y a word； solemn and sonorous； a sort of theatrical machine which sets all right in the end； and which they glorify with a few banalities proceeding from the lips； but not from the heart。 It is true that this unknown and mysterious Cause which we call 〃God〃 or 〃Chance〃 often appears so exceedingly blind and deaf that one may be permitted to wonder whether certain crimes are really set apart for punishment； when so many others apparently go scot…free。 How many murders remain buried in the night of the tomb！ how many outrageous and avowed crimes have slept peacefully in an insolent and audacious prosperity！ We know the names of many criminals； but who can tell the number of unknown and forgotten victims？ The history of humanity is twofold； and like that of the invisible world； which contains marvels unexplored by the science of the visible one； the history recounted in books is by no means the most curious and strange。 But without delaying over questions such as these； without protesting here against sophistries which cloud the conscience and hide the presence of an avenging Deity； we leave the facts to the general judgment； and have now to relate the last episode in this long and terrible drama。
Of all the populous quarters of Paris which commented on the 〃affaire Derues；〃 none showed more excitement than that of the Greve； and amongst all the surrounding streets none could boast more numerous crowds than the rue de la Mortellerie。 Not that a secret instinct magnetised the crowd in the very place where the proof lay buried； but that each day its attention was aroused by a painful spectacle。 A pale and grief…stricken man； whose eyes seemed quenched in tears； passed often down the street； hardly able to drag himself along； it was Monsieur de Lamotte； who lodged； as we have said； in the rue de la Mortellerie； and who seemed like a spectre wandering round a tomb。 The crowd made way and uncovered before him； everybody respected such terrible misfortune； and when he had passed； the groups formed up again； and continued discussing the mystery until nightfall。
On April 17th； about four in the afternoon； a score of workmen and gossiping women had collected in front of a shop。 A stout woman； standing on the lowest step； like an orator in the tribune； held forth and related for the twentieth time what she knew； or rather； did not know。 There were listening ears and gaping mouths； even a slight shudder ran through the group； for the widow Masson； discovering a gift of eloquence at the age of sixty； contrived to mingle great warmth and much indignation in her recital。 All at once silence fell on the crowd； and a passage was made for Monsieur de Lamotte。 One man ventured to ask
〃Is there anything fresh to…day？〃
A sad shake of the head was the only answer； and the unhappy man continued his way。
〃Is that Monsieur de Lamotte？〃 inquired a particularly dirty woman； whose cap； stuck on the side of her； head； allowed locks of grey hair to straggle from under it。 〃Ah！ is that Monsieur de Lamotte？〃
〃Dear me！〃 said a neighbour； 〃don't you know him by this time？ He passes every day。〃
〃Excuse me！ I don't belong to this quarter； andno offencebut it is not so beautiful as to bring one out of curiosity！ Nothing personalbut it is rather dirty。〃
Madame is probably accustomed to use a carriage。〃
〃That would suit you better than me； my dear； and would save your having to buy shoes to keep your feet off the ground！〃
The crowd seemed inclined to hustle the speaker；
〃Wait a moment！〃 she continued； 〃I didn't mean to offend anyone。 I am a poor woman； but there's no disgrace in that； and I can afford a glass of liqueur。 Eh； good gossip； you understand； don't you？ A drop of the best for Mother Maniffret； and if my fine friend there will drink with me to settle our difference； I will stand her a glass。〃
The example set by the old hawker was contagious； and instead of filling two little glasses only； widow Masson dispensed a bottleful。
〃Come； you have done well；〃 cried Mother Maniffret； 〃my idea has brought you luck。〃
〃Faith！ not before it was wanted； either！〃
〃What！ are you complaining of trade too？〃
〃Ah！ don't mention it； it is miserable！〃
〃There's no trade at all。 I scream myself hoarse all day； and choke myself for twopence halfpenny。 I don't know what's to come of it all。 But you seem to have a nice little custom。〃
〃What's the good of that； with a whole house on one's hands？ It's just my luck； the old tenants go； and the new ones don't come。〃
〃What's the matter； then？〃
〃I think the devil's in it。 There was a nice man on the first floor…gone； a decent family on the third； all right except that the man beat his wife every night； and made such a row that no one could sleepgone also。 I put up noticesno one even looks at them！ A few months agoit was the middle of December； the day of the last execution〃
〃The 15th； then；〃 said the hawker。 〃I cried it； so I know； it's my trade； that。〃
〃Very well； then； the 15th；〃 resumed widow Masson。 〃On that day； then； I let the cellar to a man who said he was a wine merchant； and who paid a term in advance； seeing that I didn't know him； and wouldn't have lent him a farthing on the strength of his good looks。 He was a little bit of a man； no taller than that；〃contemptuously holding out her hand；〃and he had two round eyes which I didn't like at； all。 He certainly paid； he did that； but we are more than half through the second term and I have no news of my tenant。〃
〃And have you never seen him since？〃
〃Yes； onceno； twice。 Let's seethree times； I am sure。 He came with a hand…cart and a commissionaire； and had a big chest taken downstairsa case which he said contained wine in bottles。。。。
No； he came before that； with a workman I think。
Really； I don't know if it was before or afterdoesn't matter。 Anyhow； it was bottled wine。 The third time he brought a mason； and I am sure they quarreled。 I heard their voices。 He carried off the key； and I have seen neither him nor his wine again。 I have another key； and I went down one day； perhaps the rats have drunk the wine and eaten the chest； for there certainly is nothing there any more than there is in my hand now。 Nevertheless； I saw what I saw。 A big chest； very big； quite new； and corded all round with strong rope。〃
〃Now； what day was that？ 〃asked the hawker。
〃What day？ Well； it wasno； I can't remember。〃
〃Nor I either； I am getting stupid。 Let's have another little glass…shall we？ just to clear our memories！〃
The expedient was not crowned with success； the memories failed to recover themselves。 The crowd waited； attentive； as may be supposed。 Suddenly the hawker exclaimed：
〃What a fool I am！ I am going to find that； if only I have still got it。〃
She felt eagerly in the pocket of her underskirt； and produced several pieces of dirty； crumpled paper。 As she unfolded one after another； she asked：
〃A big chest； wasn't it？〃
〃Yes； very big。〃
〃And quite new？〃
〃Quite new。〃
〃And corded？〃
〃Yes； I can see it now。〃
〃So can I； good gracious！ It was the day when I sold the history of Leroi de Valines； the 1st of February。〃
〃Yes； it was a Saturday； the ne