Оглавление
Emile Gaboriau. The Champdoce Mystery
The Champdoce Mystery
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I
A DUCAL MONOMANIAC
CHAPTER II
A DANGEROUS ACQUAINTANCE
CHAPTER III
A BOLD ADVENTURE
CHAPTER IV
A FINANCIAL TRANSACTION
CHAPTER V
A BAD START
CHAPTER VI
THE COUNT DE PUYMANDOUR
CHAPTER VII
AN UNLUCKY BLOW
CHAPTER VIII
THE LITTLE GLASS BOTTLE
CHAPTER IX
THE HONOR OF THE NAME
CHAPTER X
A THUNDERBOLT
CHAPTER XI
MARRIAGE BELLS; FUNERAL KNELLS
CHAPTER XII
“RASH WORD, RASH DEED.”
CHAPTER XIII
A SCHEME OF VENGEANCE
CHAPTER XIV
FALSE FRIEND, OLD LOVER
CHAPTER XV
A STAB IN THE DARK
CHAPTER XVI
HUSBAND AND LOVER
CHAPTER XVII
BLADE TO BLADE
CHAPTER XVIII
THE HEIR OF CHAMPDOCE
CHAPTER XIX
MASCARIN SPEAKS
CHAPTER XX
A SUDDEN CHECK
CHAPTER XXI
A MELANCHOLY MASHER
CHAPTER XXII
A GENTLEMAN IN DIFFICULTIES
CHAPTER XXIII
RINGING THE CHANGES
CHAPTER XXIV
THE VANISHING BILLS
CHAPTER XXV
THE SPY
CHAPTER XXVI
MASCARIN MOVES
CHAPTER XXVII
A CRUEL SLUR
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE TEMPTER
CHAPTER XXIX
THE TAFILA COPPER MINES, LIMITED
CHAPTER XXX
THE VEILED PORTRAIT
CHAPTER XXXI
GASTON’S DILEMMA
CHAPTER XXXII
M. LECOQ
CHAPTER XXXIII
THROUGH THE AIR
CHAPTER XXXIV
THE DAY OF RECKONING
CHAPTER XXXV
“EVERY MAN TO HIS OWN PLACE.”
Отрывок из книги
Emile Gaboriau
Published by Good Press, 2019
.....
“This,” said he, “is a specimen of the mushroom aristocracy that has sprung up, and not a bad sample either; for though he is puffed up by ridiculous vanity, the man is shrewd and intelligent enough, and his descendants, who will have the advantages of a better education than their progenitors, will form a new class, with more wealth and as much influence as the old one.”
For more than an hour the Duke de Champdoce enlarged on his favorite topic; but he might as well have been alone, for his son paid no attention to what he said, for his mind was still dwelling upon his adventures of the morning. Again that sweet, soft laugh, and that modulated voice rang in his ears. How foolish he must have seemed to her! and what a ridiculous figure he must have cut in her eyes! He had by no means omitted to engrave on the tablet of his memory the fact that Diana passed daily down the little path on her errand of bounty, and that there he had the chance of again seeing her. He fancied that he had so much to say to her; but as he found that his bashfulness would deprive him of the power of utterance, he determined to commit his sentiments to paper. That night he composed and destroyed some fifty letters. He did not dare to say openly, “I love you,” and yet that was exactly what he wanted to express, and he strove, but in vain, to find words which would veil its abruptness and yet disclose the whole strength of his feelings. At last, however, one of his efforts satisfied him. Rising early, he snatched up his gun, and whistling to Bruno, made his way to the spot where he had the day before seen Diana stretched upon the ground. But he waited in vain, and hour after hour passed away, as he paced up and down in an agony of suspense. Diana did not come. The young lady had considered her plans thoroughly and kept away. The next day he might have been again disappointed but for a lucky circumstance. Norbert was seated on the turf, awaiting with fond expectation the young girl’s approach and as Diana passed the opening to the pathway Bruno scented her, and rushed forward with a joyous bark. She had then no option but to walk up to the spot where Norbert was seated. Both the young people were for the moment equally embarrassed, and Norbert stood silent, holding in his hand the letter which had caused him so much labor to indite.
.....
