CHAPTER I : NUMBER 514, SERIES 23 --- 2/10
 
Two months elapsed. And suddenly, one after the other, came a sequence of the most serious events, forming a surprising run of alternate luck and misfortune.
 
On the 1st of February, at half-past five, M. Gerbois, who had just come home, with an evening paper in his hand, sat down, put on his spectacles and began to read. The political news was uninteresting. He turned the page and a paragraph at once caught his eye, headed:
 
"THIRD DRAWING OF THE PRESS-ASSOCIATION LOTTERY"
 
"First prize, 1,000,000 francs: No. 514, Series 23."
 
The paper dropped from his hands. The walls swam before his eyes and his heart stopped beating. Number 514, series 23, was the number of his ticket! He had bought it by accident, to oblige one of his friends, for he did not believe in luck; and now he had won!
 
He took out his memorandum-book, quick! He was quite right: number 514, series 23, was jotted down on the fly-leaf. But where was the ticket?
 
He flew to his study to fetch the box of stationery in which he had put the precious ticket away; and he stopped short as he entered and staggered back, with a pain at his heart: the box was not there and?what an awful thing!?he suddenly realized that the box had not been there for weeks.
 
"Suzanne! Suzanne!"
 
She had just come in and ran up the stairs hurriedly. He stammered, in a choking voice:
 
"Suzanne ... the box ... the box of stationery...."
 
"Which one?"
 
"The one I bought at Louvre ... on a Thursday ... it used to stand at the end of the table."
 
"But don't you remember, father?... We put it away together...."
 
"When?"
 
"That evening ... you know, the day before...."
 
"But where?... Quick, tell me ... it's more than I can bear...."
 
"Where?... In the writing-desk."
 
"In the desk that was stolen?"
 
"Yes."
 
"In the desk that was stolen!"
 
He repeated the words in a whisper, with a sort of terror. Then he took her hand, and lower still:
 
"It contained a million, Suzanne...."
 
"Oh, father, why didn't you tell me?" she murmured innocently.
 
"A million!" he repeated. "It was the winning number in the press lottery."
 
The hugeness of the disaster crushed them and, for a long time, they maintained a silence which they had not the courage to break. At last Suzanne said:
 
"But, father, they will pay you all the same."
 
"Why? On what evidence?"
 
"Does it require evidence?"
 
"Of course!"
 
"And have you none?"
 
"Yes, I have."
 
"Well?"
 
"It was in the box."
 
"In the box that has disappeared?"
 
"Yes. And the other man will get the money."
 
"Why, that would be outrageous! Surely, father, you can stop the payment?"
 
"Who knows? Who knows? That man must be extraordinarily clever! He has such wonderful resources.... Remember ... think how he got hold of the desk...."
 
His energy revived; he sprang up and, stamping his foot on the floor.
 
"No, no, no," he shouted, "he shan't have that million, he shan't! Why should he? After all, sharp as he may be, he can do nothing, either. If he calls for the money, they'll lock him up! Ah, we shall see, my friend!"
 
"Have you thought of something, father?"
 
"I shall defend our rights to the bitter end, come what may! And we shall succeed!... The million belongs to me and I mean to have it!"
 
 


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