Chapter 205 Three or four faces

At night, as he was undressing to go to bed, he touched the bag he had picked up on the road in his coat pocket.He had long since forgotten it, and then he remembered that it might be useful to open it up, that it might contain the addresses of the two girls, if they belonged to them; clues to return it to its owner. He opened the envelope. The envelope was open, and there were four letters in it, but none of them were sealed. All four letters have the recipient's name and address written on them. A foul smell of smoke emanated from every letter. The name and address on the first letter read: "Madame, Marchioness de Grüchelet, No. . . . , square opposite the Chamber of Deputies."

Marius thought that he might get the clue he was looking for from it, and since the letter was not sealed, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with reading it. The content of the letter is as follows: The sender signed the letter, but did not include an address.Marius hoped to find the address in the second letter.This one is addressed to: "Madame, Lady Montville, No. 9, Rue Casset." Marius read: Marius turns to the third letter, which is also a letter of appeal, and reads: Marius finally read the fourth letter.It was addressed to "Monsieur des beneficiaries of Saint-Jacques d'Auba."It has these lines in it:

After reading the four letters, Marius did not feel that he had gained much. First, none of the four letter writers left an address. Secondly, the four letters seem to have come from four different people, Don Albanetz, the Madame Balichar, the poet Jean-Flot, and the theater artist Fabondo, but there is one point that is incomprehensible: the four letters The handwriting is exactly the same. How can it be explained without thinking that they came from the same person? Moreover, this conjecture is proved correct by another point: the paper of the four letters, rough and yellow, is the same, the smell of smoke is the same, and, although the writers deliberately make the style different, But the same inscription reappeared in four letters with aplomb, and the writer Jean-Flot was no better than the Spanish captain.

It's not worth it to rack your brains to guess this charade.If it's not someone else's lost item, it's as if it's being used on purpose to play tricks.Marius was depressed, and was in no mood to take the occasional mischief seriously, nor to engage in the game which the stones of the street seemed to invite him to play.He felt that the four letters were playing tricks on him, asking him to play hide-and-seek. Besides, it was not certain that these letters belonged to the two young girls whom Marius had met on the road.All in all, it's clearly a worthless pile of paper.

Marius reinserted them in the envelope, threw them all in a corner, and went to bed. At around seven o'clock in the morning, he just got up, used up early, and was about to start work, when he heard someone knocking on his door lightly. Since he had nothing in the house, he never took out his keys, and only locked the door when he had urgent work to do, which was rare.And, even when he was not in the house, he left the key in the lock. "You'll lose things," Ma Boogon used to say. "What is there to lose?" Marius answered.But it turned out that one day he really lost a pair of broken boots, and Bugon's mother was very proud.

There was another knock on the door, just as light as the first. "Come in," said Marius. The door opened. "What do you want, mother Bougon?" Marius continued, without taking his eyes from the books and manuscripts on his table. A man's voice, not Damn Bugon's, replied: "sorry sir……" It was a hoarse, cracked, tight, rough voice, a man's voice sanded by alcohol and white dry. Marius turned hastily, and saw a young girl.