Granville's estate

Chapter 111 Frost Moon·Sudden Accident

"Sir, it's getting late. It seems that you won't be able to leave Paris today—do you want me to unpack all your luggage for you first?"

Hearing what Mary said, Louis suddenly had an idea.

"Of course, Mary, you can put all my things back to their original places first."

"That's very nice, sir!"

The young maid cheered up all of a sudden, and she ran across the second floor like a happy butterfly, running around to help Louis unpack the luggage that had been packed early in the morning, and then put some things that might be needed Clothes were taken out and hung back in the closet.

"Oh, Mary!"

Affected by the maid's joyful mood, Louis couldn't help but smile. Of course, he didn't forget to put those glazed stones back into the rosewood box, and then folded the handkerchief and stuffed it tightly: "Don't you Don't you think that my being a guest here will increase your workload?"

"I don't worry any more about you than I do about Mr. Alred, sir! Besides, I'd be happy to trouble you. It's lonely here if Mr. Alred is the only master." Yes, he was always away from home before."

But if Al can get the visa done today, I'll have to trouble you to clean it up again——Louis said this to Mary apologetically, and he closed the lid of the box as if nothing had happened, and walked out with it , Pretending to be casual, handed it to Mary: "I'm so glad you said that—ah, Mary, please help me put this box at the bottom of my box, it's a more important thing."

Mary looked at the box that Louis handed over a little strangely, she hesitated for a moment, apparently wondering that she had never seen this unmarked rosewood box—God knows how much the maid's brief hesitation made Louis feel frightened ! —but the upbringing she had received in the past played a role: after confirming that it was not her master's thing, the maid didn't ask anything, didn't open it to look at it, and did as Louis asked; so Callis The little things sent by Te were put into the innermost part of Louis's box, preventing the danger of being discovered by Alred once and for all.

"Monsieur, you don't know that none of us wants you to leave Paris so soon."

Mary didn't know what Louis was thinking. While she was packing her luggage, she talked to Louis: "I really don't understand why Mr. Allred is so anxious to ask you to go back! After just experiencing such a terrible thing yesterday, could he Shouldn't you want your friends to be by your side?"

That's because he thinks I'll be in a more dangerous situation if I stay here than yesterday—Louis thought to himself, he knew that Alred must have sensed something, but he neither wanted to admit nor could he say to himself He made those terrible guesses, so he wanted to use this roundabout way to get himself out of Paris and the possible traps; however, these words could not be said to the maid, so he found another reason: "This There is no other way. The rent here is too expensive. Al needs to change his place of residence to save some money. If I continue to stay here, it will only cause trouble for him. To be honest, I also want to go home and have a look. It's been too long since I've been away from home—by the Virgin Mary, I didn't expect to be so long when I came!"

Although she already knew this morning, when Louis said that Alrede would move to another place to live, the maid was still in a daze, and subconsciously stopped her work.

"Sir, will Mr. Allred change his residence?"

"Of course, Mary, you saw what happened yesterday."

"Then where will he live?"

"That--that's not known yet! He hasn't told me yet."

Louis looked at the maid a little strangely. He thought the maid was worried that Alred would reduce the number of servants while changing the residence, so he comforted her: "I don't think you need to worry that you will be separated from Joseph, a decent gentleman. , how many male and female servants are needed.” Especially for aristocrats like Alred!

"Oh, yes, yes, sir."

Mary obviously cared about more than this one thing, she agreed a few words indiscriminately, picked up a pair of scissors in a hurry and went to the first floor, almost fell when going down the stairs, and Louis was startled .

"Mary, you have to be careful!"

When Alred went to the post office, he didn't come back until the sun had gone down in the afternoon.

"Did anyone come to visit while I was away?"

That was the first thing he asked Mary when he came back—and he hadn't even taken off his hat yet!

"No, sir, there is no call today."

Mary replied with some doubts, the girl naturally wouldn't know that Troy's Trojan horse had passed through the barrier set up by Alred and came to Louis, and she even helped Louis hide all the traces without knowing it. Wake up!

This result was obviously satisfactory to Alrede. He handed his hat and cane to the maid, and hurried to the second floor.

"Louis! Louie, where are you?"

Before he had reached the second floor, Alred yelled, and Louis had already reached the stairs and waited for him.

"Why have you been away for so long?"

Louis asked, he waited for a whole day at 79 St. George Street, and his mood gradually changed from the relaxed and happy feeling of successfully hiding the deadly gift to restless worry. Let's go", he wanted to get Papa Peter into the carriage and go to the post office to find Alred.

"I wasted a little time at the post office, because everybody wanted permission to go out, and there was a huge crowd of people wanting to see the postmaster."

Allred said that this should not be a pleasant experience, and his lower lip was tightly tensed: "I waited for a long time, and the person who conveyed it always said to me, 'The director is not available, he is busy interviewing qualified people. guest'; and when I gave him a twenty-franc louis d'or, he offered to convey my identity to his master."

Dealing with high-ranking bureaucrats and the servants who surround them will never be a pleasant experience, and Louis naturally knows this truth: "Then what happened next? Have you seen the postmaster?"

This time, Alred didn't answer him directly. He looked around and seemed to think that it was not safe to discuss this matter on the second floor where they were alone, so he dragged Louis into the study.

"Al?"

"The postmaster, ignoring my request, said to me, 'Monsieur, no one will be able to get permission to leave Paris at this time, you may as well put this matter later'; but, in my father's opinion, On the surface, he still revealed a little news to me."

After closing the door of the study with his own hands, Alred closed the window again, and then he lowered his voice and told Louis a frightening secret: "The city is not as simple as the Napoleonic elements sneaking in— —Those daring fellows did it last night! When His Highness was leaving the Comte de Marcet's ball last night, someone hid in the corner of the street and fired a shot at His Highness's carriage-God bless, that The bullet did not hit their target, but only frightened the horse of a little nobleman accompanying His Highness. The nobleman was slightly injured because of this, but His Highness was furious and ordered a strict investigation. About hunting people around town with The Hound."

"Oh my god!"

Louis did not expect such a terrifying secret to be hidden under a visa to other places. He almost immediately remembered a person related to His Royal Highness the Count of Artois who died here three years ago. A person under a similar conspiracy, that person not only has an indisputable noble blood, but also has the closest blood relationship with the Earl of Artois: "My God, His Highness must be mad, after all, it was only three years ago... ... the Duke of Berry!"

The Duke of Berry he mentioned was the second son of the Count of Artois. This noble Duke was assassinated and killed by the assassins waiting there when he walked out of the Paris Opera House with his friends in 1820, leaving only a body Weak posthumous son (because there were not enough qualified birth witnesses, there were even vicious rumors that the child was not the real heir of the duke) - the Duke of Berry may inherit the throne after the Count of Artois, so it is undoubtedly An act of rebellion aimed at making the royal family extinct; in this way, it is completely conceivable how His Royal Highness the Earl, whose beloved son was assassinated and died in the early years, and who is now almost assassinated himself, will feel.

"Yes, yes, just three years ago, the Duke of Berry died at the hands of the assassins, right in front of the Paris Opera House." Alred said, who had been staying in Paris, he naturally knew about this incident. After the tragedy three years ago, his face turned pale: "I don't think the visa can be obtained for a while. You'd better stay by my side first. It's unwise to make any attention-grabbing actions at this time."

Louis agreed, it stands to reason that such matters are of great importance, and he should not care about these insignificant details—however, the Count de Marce's ball that Alred said happened to happen to be held last night. The ball that Lister had to go to because His Highness would be there!

He hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't hold back his worry, and asked Alred cautiously, "Al, you... do you know who the nobleman was injured in the assassination last night?"

Hearing Louis's question, Alred was stunned for a moment, and then he stared at Louis. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't get a visa to leave Paris, he could not wait to send Louis back to his hometown of Magon immediately. Go: "Louis, you, you, you!"