"And my baker!" he cried, "I will see you to-morrow, then, M. Gevrol."
"He is crazed," thought the head detective.
The old fellow was sane enough, but he had suddenly recollected the
Asnieres baker, whom he had asked to call at his house. Would he still
find him there?
Going down the stairs he met M. Daburon; but, as one has already seen,
he hardly deigned to reply to him.
He was soon outside, and trotted off along the quays.
"Now," said he to himself, "let us consider. Noel is once more plain
Noel Gerdy. He won't feel very pleased, for he thought so much of having
a great name. Pshaw! if he likes, I'll adopt him. Tabaret doesn't sound
so well as Commarin, but it's at least a name. Anyhow, Gevrol's story
in no way affects Albert's situation nor my convictions. He is the
legitimate son; so much the better for him! That however, would not
prove his innocence to me, if I doubted it. He evidently knew nothing of
these surprising circumstances, any more than his father. He must have
believed as well as the count in the substitution having taken place.
Madame Gerdy, too, must have been ignorant of these facts; they probably
invented some story to explain the scar.
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