The Champdoce Mystery eBook

Émile Gaboriau
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 372 pages of information about The Champdoce Mystery.

The Duke uttered these words in a tone of jubilant triumph.

“I have spoken to you thus,” resumed he, after a short pause, “because you are now of an age to listen to the truth, and because I wished you to understand the rules by which you are to regulate your life.  You have now arrived at years of discretion, and must do of your own free will what you have up to this time done at my bidding.  This is all that I have to say.  To-morrow you will take twenty-five sacks of wheat to the miller at Bevron.”

Like all tyrannical despots, the Duke never contemplated for a moment the possibility of any one disobeying his commands; yet at this very moment Norbert was registering a solemn mental oath that he would never carry out his father’s wishes.  His anger, which his fears had so long restrained, now burst all bounds, and it was in the broad chestnut tree avenue, behind the Chateau, far from any listening ear, that he gave way to his despair.  So long as he had only looked upon his father as a mere miser, he had permitted himself to indulge in hope; but now he understood him better, and saw that life-long plans, such as the Duke had framed, were not to be easily overruled.

“My father is mad,” said he; “yes; decidedly mad.”

He had made up his mind that for the present he would yield to his despotism, but afterwards, in the future, what was he to do?

It is an easy thing to find persons to give you bad advice, and the very next day Norbert found one at Bevron in the shape of a certain man called Daumon, a bitter enemy of the Duke.


A dangerous acquaintance.

Daumon was not a native of this part of the country, and no one knew from whence he came.  He said that he had been an attorney’s clerk, and had certainly resided for a long time in Paris.  He was a little man of fifty years of age, clean shaved, and with a sharp and cunning expression of countenance.  His long nose, sharp, restless eyes, and thin lips, attracted attention at first sight.  His whole aspect aroused a feeling of distrust.  He had come to Bevron, some fifteen years before, with all his provisions in a cotton handkerchief slung over his shoulder.  He was willing to make money in any way, and he prospered and rose.  He owned fields, vineyards, and a cottage, which is at the juncture of the highway to Poitiers and the cross road that leads to Bevron.  His aim and object were to be seen everywhere, to know everybody, and to have a finger in every pie in the neighborhood around.  If any of the farmers or the laborers wanted small advances, they went to him, and he granted them loans at exorbitant rates of interest.  He gave most disputants counsel, and had every point of law at his fingers’ ends.  He could teach people how to sail as close to the wind as possible, and yet to be beyond the reach of the law.  He affected to be only too anxious to ameliorate the lot of the

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