In the Paris evening papers of Tuesday, February 28, 1866, under the head of Local Items, the following announcement appeared: A daring robbery, committed against one of our most eminent bankers, M. A...

The banking-house of André Fauvel, No. 87 Rue de Provence, is an important establishment, and, owing to its large force of clerks, presents very much the appearance of a government department. On the ...

If there is one man in the world whom no event can move or surprise, who is always on his guard against deceptive appearances, and is capable of admitting everything and explaining everything, it cert...

At the same hour that Mme. Nina Gypsy was seeking refuge at the Archangel, so highly recommended by Fanferlot the Squirrel, Prosper Bertomy was being entered on the jailer’s book at the police office....

While his whole past was the object of the most minute investigations, Prosper was in prison, in a secret cell. The two first days had not appeared very long. He had requested, and been granted, some ...

The Archangel Hotel, Mme. Gypsy’s asylum, was the most elegant building on the Quai St. Michel. A person who pays her fortnight’s board in advance is treated with consideration at this hotel. Mme. Ale...

Prosper had been languishing in his private cell for nine days, when on Thursday morning the jailer came to inform him of the judge’s decision. He was conducted before the officer who had searched him...

When Raoul de Lagors spoke of M. Fauvel’s extraordinary dejection, he had not exaggerated. Since the fatal day when, upon his denunciation, his cashier had been arrested, the banker, this active, ener...

Not far from the Palais Royal, in the Rue St. Honoré, is the sign of “La Bonne Foi,” a small establishment, half café and half shop, extensively patronized by the people of the neighborhood. It was in...

Leaving the little station of Vésinet, we come upon two roads. One, to the left, macadamized and kept in perfect repair, leads to the village, of which there are glimpses here and there through the tr...

The Rue St. Lazare was adorned by the palatial residences of the Jandidier brothers, two celebrated financiers, who, if deprived of the prestige of immense wealth, would still be looked up to as remar...

About two leagues from Tarascon, on the left bank of the Rhone, not far from the wonderful gardens of M. Audibert, stood the château of Clameran, a weather-stained, neglected, but massive structure. H...

Valentine knew, that fatal evening, that Gaston would have to walk to Tarascon, to cross the bridge over the Rhone which connected Tarascon with Beaucaire, and did not expect to see him until eleven o...

Cold and white as a marble statue, Valentine stood on the bank of the river, watching the frail bark which was carrying her lover away. It flew along the Rhone like a bird in a tempest, and after a fe...

Louis de Clameran, the second son of the marquis, was one of those self-controlled men who, beneath a cool, careless manner, conceal a fiery temperament, and ungovernable passions. All sorts of extrav...

During the twenty years of her married life, Valentine had experienced but one real sorrow; and this was one which, in the course of nature, must happen sooner or later. In 1859 her mother caught a vi...

It was not without the most painful suffering and self-condemnation that Mme. Fauvel submitted to the will of the pitiless Marquis of Clameran. She had used every argument and entreaty to soften him; ...

After leaving Valentine de la Verberie, Gaston underwent great peril and difficulty in effecting his escape. But for the experienced and faithful Menoul, he never would have succeeded in embarking. Ha...

Faithful to the programme laid down by his accomplice, while Louis watched at Oloron, Raoul remained in Paris with the purpose of recovering the confidence and affection of Mme. Fauvel, and of lulling...

Clameran’s last injunction to Raoul was: “Be very cautious when you enter the room; your appearance must tell everything, so you can avoid preliminary explanations.” The recommendation was useless. Th...

For more than an hour after Raoul’s departure, Mme. Fauvel remained in a state of stupor bordering upon unconsciousness. Gradually, however, she recovered her senses sufficiently to comprehend the hor...

Such are the facts that, with an almost incredible talent for investigation, had been collected and prepared by the stout man with the jovial face who had taken Prosper under his protection, M. Verdur...

As M. Verduret had anticipated, Prosper’s letter had a terrible effect upon M. Fauvel. It was toward nine o’clock in the morning, and M. Fauvel had just entered his study when his mail was brought in....

The moment that the Marquis of Clameran perceived that Raoul de Lagors was the only obstacle between him and Madeleine, he swore that the obstacle should soon be removed. That very day he took steps f...

Four days had passed since the events just narrated, when one morning M. Lecoq⁠—the official Lecoq, who resembled the dignified head of a bureau⁠—was walking up and down his private office, at each tu...