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Father and Son.

           "

           AndVillefort’sfatherextendedhishandtothebell-rope,tosummontheservantwhomhissonhadnotcalled.Villefortcaughthisarm.

           "Wait,mydearfather,"saidtheyoungman,"onewordmore."

           "Sayon."

           "Howeverstupidtheroyalistpolicemaybe,theydoknowoneterriblething."

           "Whatisthat?"

           "Thedescriptionofthemanwho,onthemorningofthedaywhenGeneralQuesneldisappeared,presentedhimselfathishouse."

           "Oh,theadmirablepolicehavefoundthatout,havethey?Andwhatmaybethatdescription?"

           "Darkcomplexion;hair,eyebrows,andwhiskers,black;bluefrock-coat,buttoneduptothechin;rosetteofanofficeroftheLegionofHonorinhisbutton-hole;ahatwithwidebrim,andacane."

           "Ah,ha,that’sit,isit?"saidNoirtier;"andwhy,then,havetheynotlaidhandsonhim?"

           "Becauseyesterday,orthedaybefore,theylostsightofhimatthecorneroftheRueCoq–Heron."

           "Didn’tIsaythatyourpoliceweregoodfornothing?"

           "Yes;buttheymaycatchhimyet."

           "True,"saidNoirtier,lookingcarelesslyaroundhim,"true,ifthispersonwerenotonhisguard,asheis;"andheaddedwithasmile,"Hewillconsequentlymakeafewchangesinhispersonalappearance.

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