An Historical Mystery (The Gondreville Mystery)

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Honoré de Balzac. An Historical Mystery (The Gondreville Mystery)

PART I

CHAPTER I. JUDAS

CHAPTER II. A CRIME RELINQUISHED

CHAPTER III. THE MASK THROWN OFF

CHAPTER IV. LAURENCE DE CINQ-CYGNE

CHAPTER V. ROYALIST HOMES AND PORTRAITS UNDER THE CONSULATE

CHAPTER VI. A DOMICILIARY VISIT

CHAPTER VII. A FOREST NOOK

CHAPTER VIII. TRIALS OF THE POLICE

CHAPTER IX. FOILED

PART II

CHAPTER X. ONE AND THE SAME, YET A TWO-FOLD LOVE

CHAPTER XI. WISE COUNSEL

CHAPTER XII. THE FACTS OF A MYSTERIOUS AFFAIR

CHAPTER XIII. THE CODE OF BRUMAIRE, YEAR IV

CHAPTER XIV. THE ARRESTS

CHAPTER XV. DOUBTS AND FEARS OF COUNSEL

CHAPTER XVI. MARTHE INVEIGLED

CHAPTER XVII. THE TRIAL

CHAPTER XVIII. TRIAL CONTINUED: CRUEL VICISSITUDES

CHAPTER XIX. THE EMPEROR’S BIVOUAC

CHAPTER XX. THE MYSTERY SOLVED

ADDENDUM

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The autumn of the year 1803 was one of the finest in the early part of that period of the present century which we now call “Empire.” Rain had refreshed the earth during the month of October, so that the trees were still green and leafy in November. The French people were beginning to put faith in a secret understanding between the skies and Bonaparte, then declared Consul for life, – a belief in which that man owes part of his prestige; strange to say, on the day the sun failed him, in 1812, his luck ceased!

About four in the afternoon on the fifteenth of November, 1803, the sun was casting what looked like scarlet dust upon the venerable tops of four rows of elms in a long baronial avenue, and sparkling on the sand and grassy places of an immense rond-point, such as we often see in the country where land is cheap enough to be sacrificed to ornament. The air was so pure, the atmosphere so tempered that a family was sitting out of doors as if it were summer. A man dressed in a hunting-jacket of green drilling with green buttons, and breeches of the same stuff, and wearing shoes with thin soles and gaiters to the knee, was cleaning a gun with the minute care a skilful huntsman gives to the work in his leisure hours. This man had neither game nor game-bag, nor any of the accoutrements which denote either departure for a hunt or the return from it; and two women sitting near were looking at him as though beset by a terror they could ill-conceal. Any one observing the scene taking place in this leafy nook would have shuddered, as the old mother-in-law and the wife of the man we speak of were now shuddering. A huntsman does not take such minute precautions with his weapon to kill small game, neither does he use, in the department of the Aube, a heavy rifled carbine.

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“No one knows I own that gun. Stand in front of it.”

Couraut, who had sprung to his feet, was barking furiously.

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