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Even at the entrance to the city, Michele noticed that his companion fell into some kind of strange stupor. He cast sidelong glances at the estranged Bertrand several times, but said nothing. It just frowned more and more. Bertrand, on the other hand, fell into a state that his father taught and which his mother, who was also his aunt, helped to develop. Living in Spain, they passed on to him much of the knowledge of their family. And when he spoke about his ancestor, who learned the secrets of the Egyptian priests, he did not lie at all in this. The ability of the Hindus to pretend to be dead and later resurrect themselves, the ability of the Egyptian priests to control the minds of others and force them to act in their own way, all this was more or less accessible to the Go and Mui clan. It was with the help of this gift that Bertrand hoped to mentally find Villardet and instill in him the same about Corta that he had inspired Michel. Michele, watching him, he didn't like him
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After examining Villardet, the doctor turned to Michele.I can’t say for sure, but this person most likely has a rupture of the vessels of the head. Metropolitan doctors would call it a stroke. But what could have affected his head so much, I find it difficult to say.So his death was due to natural causes? Michele stated.I can’t say for sure, but I don’t find any traces of the murder, - Aesculapius again folded his hands on his stomachI don’t dare to detain you any longer, - Michele nodded to the doctor, and he headed for the door.Dear, - Michele turned to the owner, who followed them like a shadow from room to room. “Do you have a clean sheet and a cold room?” I must return to Paris. What is urgent. If these two were okay, we would leave tomorrow morning. But now I must leave them to you. The owner frowned.I will add more, although I am not obliged to do so, - Michele stepped closer and lowered his voice. “That I am Captain Michele, orderly of the First Consul. Her
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So, - said Bertrand, pouring himself a full glass of water. - You still opened our respected host incognito?His basement will be very useful to Willarda while I return here with the hearse,” Michele grumbled, biting into the fragrant roast.With a hearse? Bertrand pushed the glass he was about to drink from his lips. Is Willard dead?Yes. The local doctor said that he had a rupture of some vessels in his head. Bertrand raised the glass to his lips again. A shadow passed over his face, but there was still surprise in his eyes.Strange,” he finally said, pushing the empty glass away. “It always seemed to me that healthy young people are being recruited into the army.In the insides, and especially in the head, it is quite difficult, you know, to penetrate, - Michele looked up from the plate. The mocking look of cold eyes angered him.Good, good, - Bertrand raised both hands with a smile in a conciliatory gesture. – I am a non-military, I don’t know how the recruitment takes pl
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History has not preserved the name of Jean Michele. For the simple reason that he was neither a famous military leader, nor a political figure, nor a famous writer or actor. And since he was the personal orderly of the First Consul, the memory of him remained in the personal records of Napoleon Bonaparte, who regretted that his faithful friend and assistant disappeared without a trace upon his arrival in Paris. Describing rumors that he had died in an inn, Napoleon sadly rejected this, because, knowing his executive orderly well, he could not believe that something other than an illness could lead him to a hotel, and not send him immediately with a report to him. Bertrand, who presented himself, handed over to the First Consul what he had gone for. The vicissitudes of the Spear of Destiny are also notable. History knows several tips that claim this name. It is not known whether the consul believed Bertrand, but historians describe a curious case of Napoleon's pursuit of the s
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A young man of slim build looked thoughtfully at the ghostly crescent of the moon, barely visible in the blue evening sky. His white face harmonized pleasantly with the white clouds drifting slowly past his window.It is, of course, good that you decided to celebrate the Boss's birthday, - he said without turning around. But I don't see much point in it.Won't you come with us? – the pale young man even got up from the chair in which he had been sitting before.No Justine. I don't want to waste time on this. You can manage without me. By the way, have you already chosen a victim?Yes, Bertrand, said another pale young man. Unlike the one they called Justine, he looked older and sterner. “He is a young man, an aspiring scientist. Or rather, he thinks so. Obsessed with English folklore. On this we caught him: we promised to show the wedding ceremony of one of the tribes of England that have sunk into oblivion, whose descendants we “accidentally” stumbled upon.A wedding, the young ma
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... They were driving for a long time among the walls of the forest, interspersed with small stop-stations and dark glades. At rare stops, a few passengers entered. Some of them threw sidelong glances at the four fellow travelers, among whose white faces stood out the infantile pink face of a young man framed by blond curly hair. Fellow travelers called him Charles and tried their best to please him. They must take me for a fan of male love, he thought irritably. Defiantly slamming the notebook, which he had previously kept on his knees, from time to time making some notes in it, he reached into his pocket and took out a thin cigarette.Not now, my friend. The dark-haired man sitting next to him gently placed his dainty hand, with its long manicured nails, on Charlie's plump hand. - Be patient a little. We'll be on our way soon. Charlie sighed and put away his cigarette. Then he opened the notebook and, sighing again, looked out the window. It was slowly but sure
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Upon closer examination, Charlie's gaze appeared to be a flat area, in the center of which burned the same fire that he had noticed from below. Around the fire, at a distance of about 9 yards, a circle was made of small fires of dry grass. Inside the circle was a pentagram, at the corners of which were driven five white pillars, previously noticed by Charlie, with dry bundles at the base. The sixth pillar stood somewhat at a distance from the fire, the pentagram and the circle. It had a horizontal bar and the same bundles of brushwood at the base. Charlie was breathless at what he saw, and he ignored the hooded men emerging from the darkness of the trees that surrounded the playground and the fire pit. One of them separated from the group and approached Charlie. He shuddered. Eyes as black as two coals looked at him from under the hood. At the bottom of those eyes, Charlie noticed a familiar red fire. This time it seemed to him that the fire was growing brighter and brighte
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They never found him! A pale young man ran in and slammed his fist on a massive table littered with papers, newspapers, maps, pencils and pens. Some of the impact rolled and fell to the floor, splattering the last of the ink. Bertrand de Gault calmly raised his eyes from the newspaper he was reading at that moment, and from under his forehead looked at the man who had run in.Peter, it's been several years since I expressed my desire to find Jack the Ripper," he said calmly. “Eight, to be exact. This is not a joke. They have already forgotten here, and few in France remember the “Boulanger case” *, and the collapse of the Panama Canal construction company **, and the Dreyfus affair ***, and the unrest of trade unions ****, which no one knows how else to end. There are many events, they do not keep up with each other, but every time you run into my office, like into a tavern. Yes, I know they didn't find it. What versions were put forward, one another is more interesting. They
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“I told you to leave the sword,” the woman said calmly. The knight's fingers loosened. “I didn’t see you or your coat of arms. I haven't heard of you or the sorcerers. I was just waiting for you.- How did you know that I would come? the knight asked furiously. The woman shrugged and turned to the shack. - No, you say! The knight grabbed his sword again. But the woman, without turning around, waved her hand, and his fingers seemed to burn. He stared at his hand, then at the back of the retreating woman, and with a cry he rushed to grab her and strangle her. But his hands passed through the void. And the woman herself was a few steps ahead of him. The knight hesitated.- Well? the woman asked as she continued walking toward the shack. - Will you come in? Or am I here to predict your future? The knight hesitated and followed her. Indignation bubbled in his soul - this peasant woman dared to turn her back on him, and even expose him to ridicule with her tricks. Muttering curses,
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After a while, when there was no place for the apple to fall in the hall, the door slammed shut with a loud noise. Katya looked doomedly from one face to another: so different and so the same. Bodily deformities and mental pathologies, the gifts of the psyche and the curses of the soul - all this must soon be destroyed. All this will die and not be reborn. The poems written by a novice boy centuries ago were just poetry. And no prophecy. And now some fanatic decided in his own way to fulfill what he considered a prediction. All of a sudden, all heads went up to the glass ceiling. Katya also heard a sound and raised her head. High above her in white robes and a white mask on his face stood a man.Dear relatives! Suddenly, a voice sounded in her head. “Today, the prophecy of the old monk who was killed right on this spot will be fulfilled. Many years ago, the abbot Gilbert Orsi was crucified by our ancestor and, dying, predicted his punishment up to the thirteenth degree. Only
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During the same week, Katya tried to leave the castle , worrying about Agnia. She was also made nervous by the ever-increasing number of relatives gathering in the castle . And also the strange behavior of golems, wearing something all the time, dragging and repairing. What caused such a pilgrimage of relatives to her, no one could clearly say. However, the sane, interrogated by her, fell into some kind of inhibited state and insisted that they should be here. By the end of the second week, Katya became more and more worried. Moreover, Guillaume became somehow apathetic and clearly tried to avoid her. And Katerina just stopped noticing her. Discouraged Katya tried to act herself. But then her clothes suddenly turned out to be dirty or washed, then the keys to the car or passport disappeared somewhere, then it rained from morning to evening, turning the roads into impassable obstacles, then the candles in the car flooded, then gasoline disappeared somewhere, then she herself ha
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Guillaume looked attentively at Katya, sighed and opened his mouth to continue the story. Suddenly he became alert. Katya also had an unpleasant feeling. For a while, an uneasy silence surrounded and weighed on them. Then there was a thump of feet, and the door swung open. Katerina stood in the doorway, alarmed.Catherine,” Guillaume turned to her. “I feel the presence of a member of our family. Who is this? Katerina suppressed her surprise and spoke quickly.Some woman came and brought the police. She screamed that her friend had gone mad here and she was being locked up like a beast. That people are being killed and eaten here. She brought her hands up to her face. “And worst of all, the commissar who came with her is a distant descendant of ours. Guillaume looked at Katya with a smile. Then he turned to Katherine.But is it possible to influence him?Bertrand finds out just that,” Catherine said calmly.And what is the name of a friend, she did not say? Katya ask
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Well, - Guillaume clapped his hands and rubbed his hands. – Would you like to have a bite to eat? A simple question reminded Katya of a monstrous feast, and nausea rose in her throat.No, no, she shook her head. - Do not worry.Then coffee. Suddenly, quickly, the little man rode up in his chair to the corner where he had a kitchen. It really was a miniature kitchen with a refrigerator, electric stove, microwave and dishwasher. A switch flipped, and a soft, muted light lit up the corner. Everything was sparkling clean and tidy. Jars of coffee, a sugar bowl, a teapot, a salt shaker and other little things were at arm's length. Katya watched in amazement as Guillaume deftly managed all the objects, moving his chair along the way.Yes, in this sense I am not disabled, - he said without looking at her. I have been living with a chair for a long time. It is my legs, and it would be surprising if I had not learned to manage it for so many years. He pointed Katya to
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The room they arrived at was huge, dark, lit only by candles and torches. Through the high window openings one could see the starry sky and the full moon. A circle was drawn in the middle of the room, in which a pentagram was inscribed. There was an inscription in Latin around the circle, black candles burned at the corners of the pentagram. A cross was inscribed inside the pentagram. A smaller part of him was looking at the door. In the place where the planks of the cross met, there was a bowl. Along the walls of the round room were couches with pillows and bedspreads, which could be guessed from the outlines, since most of the room was in the shade. Bertrand de Gault came out of the darkness with a tarred torch.“Here you are,” he said, and lit a torch from a nearby candle. Sweetish smoke drifted across the room. Bertrand waved his hand. Pierre put a three-legged stool over the cup in a pentagram and led Boris to it. Boris, who had already begun to have its effect on the smoke,
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Entering, he saw the hostess standing by the fireplace. In her hand was a frighteningly long mouthpiece, at the end of which a cigarette smoldered, spreading a sweet, intoxicating aroma.I don’t understand you, Boris,” she said. - Why was it necessary to hide and eavesdrop if you are a member of the family, and everything will be told to you anyway?However, about Agnia, you fooled me. Boris walked over to the fireplace and took a cigar from a box on the shelf. The flame of the candle danced merrily at the tip. The woman smiled as she puffed out a puff of smoke.You already think we're out of your mind. What if we told you the whole truth right away? You would run and call a psychiatrist here. We don't need more noise today. Boris thought and nodded in agreement.You were talking about guests. Will there be someone else? The woman stepped away from the fireplace and, taking a cigarette out of the holder, put it out in an ashtray on the table.I received a
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The silence was broken by the melodious chime of a clock that stood somewhere in the darkness. The candles had long been extinguished, and only the light of the moon, softly pouring from the window, dispelled the darkness. The clock, having finished cooing, struck eleven.It's time to get up, - Katya said languidly, stretching under a light sheet. The shifted corner revealed Boris's contentedly resting nature.So you can’t see a damn thing, ”he muttered, sitting up on the bed.And what? - Katya jumped off easily and ran barefoot to the door. – Peter! she called. - Light!What are you? - Boris involuntarily covered his penis with a sheet and stared in amazement at Katya. - Cover up! But she did not pay attention to his words, impatiently tapping her bare foot at the door, while the impassive Pierre lit the candles in the room. He walked from one chandelier to another. It seemed that the darkness and twilight did not bother him at all. When he finished with th
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Finally, the forest ended with a clearing, which in turn turned into a small clearing. The outlines of a castle rose on the horizon . Light shone from two windows. The trees creaked ominously in the wind. The road through the clearing led to a high wrought-iron gate that locked a stone fence. When the car pulled up, the gate swung open noiselessly and closed behind her just as silently. After making a semicircle around the dark mass of a flower bed, the flowers of which were difficult to see in the dark, the car stopped in front of a high dark door, which immediately swung open. A tall, gray-haired man in a gray sweater stood in the doorway. Approaching him with a simple luggage, Boris shuddered: on both eyes of the man there were thorns that completely covered the pupils.Welcome to us, - he said in a hollow voice and smiled. His face instantly changed: he looked like a cunning dwarf. Pierre will take your things. A stocky man with a stiff expression stepped out o
