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come to the Hôtel de Beaumesnil without delay.
"This woman has been in Madame de Beaumesnil's service a long time," thought the marquis. "She may be able to give me some information."
So M. de Maillefort's valet, a trustworthy and devoted man, was sent to bring Madame Dupont to the house of the marquis.
"I know how devotedly you were attached to your mistress, my dear Madame Dupont," the marquis began.
"Ah, monsieur, madame la comtesse was so good and kind!" exclaimed Madame Dupont, bursting into tears. "How could one help being devoted to her in life and in death?"
"It is because I am so sure of this devotion, as well as of your respect for the memory of your deceased mistress, that I requested you to come to my house, my dear Madame Dupont. I wish to speak to you on a very delicate subject."
"I am listening, M. le marquis."
"The proof of confidence which Madame de Beaumesnil gave by sending for me just before her death must convince you that any questions I may put to you are of an almost sacred nature, so I can safely count upon your frankness and discretion."
"You can, indeed, M. le marquis."
"I am sure of it. Now the state of affairs is just this: Madame de Beaumesnil has for a long time, as nearly as I can learn—at the request of a friend—taken charge of a young orphan girl who, by the death of her protectress, is now deprived of the means of support. I am ignorant of this young girl's name, as well as of her place of residence, and I am anxious to ascertain both as soon as possible. Can you give me any information on the subject?"
"A young orphan girl?" repeated Madame Dupont, thoughtfully.
"Yes."
"During the ten years I have been in the service of madame la comtesse, I have never known any young girl who came regularly to the house or who seemed to be a protégée of hers."
"Are you sure?"
"Perfectly sure, M. le marquis."
"And Madame de Beaumesnil never entrusted you with any commission in connection with the young girl of whom I speak?"
"Never, M. le marquis. Many persons applied to madame for aid, for she was very liberal, but I never noticed that she gave any particular person the preference or interested herself any more in one person than in another, and I feel sure that if madame had wished any confidential mission performed, she would certainly have entrusted it to me."
"That is exactly what I thought, and it was for that very reason I felt confident of securing some information from you. Come now, try and think if you can not remember some young girl in whom Madame de Beaumesnil has seemed to take a special interest for some time past."
"I can remember no one, absolutely no one," answered Madame Dupont after several minutes of profound reflection.
The thought of Herminie did occur to her, but was instantly dismissed, for there had been nothing in Madame de Beaumesnil's manner towards the young musician that indicated any special interest; besides, she and the countess had met for the first time less than a fortnight before the latter's death, while the marquis declared that the young girl of whom he was in search had been under Madame de Beaumesnil's protection for a long time.
"Then I must endeavour to secure my information elsewhere," said the marquis, with a sigh.
"Wait a moment, M. le marquis," exclaimed Madame Dupont. "What I am going to tell you may have no connection with the young girl of whom you speak, but it will do no harm to mention it."
"Let me hear what it is."
"The day before her death, madame la comtesse sent for me, and said: 'Take a cab and carry this letter to a woman who lives in the Batignolles. Do not tell her who sent you, but bring her back with you, and show her up to my room immediately upon her arrival.'"
"And this woman's name?"
"Was a very peculiar one, M. le marquis, and I have not forgotten it. She is called Madame Barbançon."
"Was she a frequent visitor at Madame de Beaumesnil's house?"
"She was never there except that once."
"And did you bring this woman to Madame de Beaumesnil's?"
"I did not."
"How was that?"
"After giving me the order I just spoke of, madame seemed to change her mind, for she said to me: 'All things considered, Madame Dupont, you had better not take a cab. It would give the affair an air of mystery. Order out the carriage, give this letter to the footman, and tell him to deliver it to the person to whom it is addressed.'"
"And he found the woman?"
"Yes, M. le marquis."
"And did Madame de Beaumesnil have a conversation with her?"
"The interview lasted at least two hours, M. le marquis."
"How old was this woman?"
"Fifty years of age at the very least, and a very ordinary person."
"And after her interview with the countess?"
"She was taken back to her home in madame's carriage."
"And you say she has never been at the Hôtel de Beaumesnil since?"
"No, M. le marquis."
After remaining silent for some time, the hunchback turned to Madame Dupont, and asked:
"What did you say this woman's name was?"
"Madame Barbançon."
The hunchback wrote down the name in his note-book, then asked:
"And she lives where?"
"In the Batignolles."
"The street and number, if you please."
"I do not know, M. le marquis. I only remember that the footman told us that the house where she lived was in a very quiet street, and that there was a garden, into which one could look through a small latticed gate."
The hunchback, after jotting down these items in his note-book, said:
"I thank you very much for this information, though it may be of little or no assistance to me in my search. If you should at any time recall other facts which you think may be of service, I hope you will notify me at once."
"I will not fail to do so, M. le marquis."
M. de Maillefort, having rewarded Madame Dupont handsomely, called a cab and ordered the coachman to drive him to the Batignolles.
After two hours of persistent inquiry and assiduous search the marquis at last discovered Commander Bernard's house, where he found only Madame Barbançon at home.
Olivier had left Paris several days before in company with his master mason, and the veteran had just gone out for his daily walk.
The housekeeper on opening the door was so unpleasantly impressed by the visitor's deformity, that, instead of inviting him in, she remained standing upon the threshold, thus barring M. de Maillefort's passage.
That gentleman, noting the unfavourable impression he was making upon the housekeeper, bowed very politely, and said:
"Have I the honour of speaking to Madame Barbançon?"
"Yes, monsieur; and what do you want of Madame Barbançon?"
"I am desirous that you should grant me the honour of a few minutes' conversation."
"And why, monsieur?" demanded the housekeeper, eyeing the stranger distrustfully.
"I wish to confer with you, madame, on a very important matter."
"But I do not even know you."
"I have the advantage of knowing you,