The mystery of Orcival

Front Cover
Charles Scribner's Sons, 1900

What people are saying - Write a review

We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.

Selected pages

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 338 - You think so?" " I am sure of it." M. Lecoq gazed intently at his companion, and simply said: "Ah!" But this is what he thought: " At last I am going to find out where the manuscript which we heard read the other night, and which is in two handwritings, came from." After a moment's hesitation, M.
Page 186 - falseness of his position, and not to judge him a coward because he shrank from suicide. But the others! " Don't talk to me about Paris," said he in a calmer tone. " I shall never set my foot in it again." " All right—so much the better; stay with us;
Page 6 - package of bank-bills. Madame even said to Monsieur that she should not shut her eyes the whole night, with this immense sum in the house." There was a silence; each one looked at the others with a frightened air. M. Courtois reflected. " At what hour did you leave the chateau last
Page 132 - ignorant. This bureau belonged to the first husband —to Sauvresy. He takes out all the books in the library, one by one, shakes them furiously, and throws them about the floor. The infernal paper is undiscoverable. His distress is now too great for him to pursue the search with the least method. His wandering reason no longer guides him. He staggers, without
Page 185 - Hector turned very pale, and his eyes shone. " Never! " he interrupted, violently, " never! " His " dear friends " still terrified him. What! Reappear on the theatre of his glory, now that he was fallen, ruined, ridiculous by his unsuccessful suicide? Sauvresy had held out his arms to him. Sauvresy was a noble fellow, and loved Hector sufficiently not to perceivethe falseness of his position, and not to
Page 95 - his tears choked his utterance, and he could not go on. Holding out a crumpled letter, wet with tears, he stammered : " Here, read—it is her last letter." M. Plantat approached the table, and, not without difficulty, read:
Page 316 - death," he continued, ringing the bell. The old hag appeared, and he ordered her to bring on breakfast forthwith, and above all, some good wine. " You are observing my Janouille,
Page 50 - defunct," no doubt. As the conversation proceeded, according as he was satisfied or disturbed, M. Lecoq munched a lozenge, or directed glances toward the portrait which were quite a poem in themselves. Having examined the man a long time, the judge of instruction shrugged his shoulders. " Well," said M. Domini, finally, " now that you are here, we will explain to you what has occurred.

Bibliographic information