“I think so, and you can tell her what I say to you.” In two hours they overtook the carriage containing Oliva, and Beausire bought for fifty louis permission to embrace her, and tell her all the count had said. The agents admired this violent love, and hoped for more louis, but Beausire was gone. Cagliostro drove him to Paris.
We will now return to M. de Crosne.
This gentleman knew a good deal about Cagliostro, his former names, his pretensions to ubiquity and perpetual regeneration, his secrets in alchemy and magnetism, and looked upon him as a great charlatan.
“Monsieur,” said he to Cagliostro, “you asked me for an audience; I have returned from Versailles to meet you.”
“Sir, I thought you would wish to question me about what is passing, so I came to you.”
“Question you?” said the magistrate, affecting surprise. “On what?”
“Monsieur,” replied Cagliostro, “you are much occupied about Madame de la Motte, and the missing necklace.”
“Have you found it?” asked M. de Crosne, laughing.
“No, sir, but Madame de la Motte lived in the Rue St. Claude——”
“I know, opposite you.”