Perico Girón falls in love (IX)-El Pespunte

Antoine Lapêtre's old house, that benefactor of Belle murdered by the thieves, was on the rue of the Liberté, very close to the Luxembourg gardens.She remembered having contemplated from her window the floral massifs and the lake of that central park.Once located, they asked in the neighborhood about her current tenant and turned out to be an elderly perfume. Lafitte.

The next morning, dressed in a certain luxury, Perico and Belle knocked on their door.They heard how the ladder went down someone with a slow step.The door opened and showed the back of an old man who fell on the way to rise again.They stayed still, not knowing how to react, until the man said without turning:

—You came back very soon from the market, Pierre.

Perico Carraspeó and the man turned around.

"Stimed Monsieur Lafitte."Let me introduce me, ”he said before making a slight head inclination.My name is Felipe de Alcaraz and Mendoza.She's my wife.She as she will see by my name and my accent I am Spanish.I am here because I have been commissioned by the main houses of my country to return with the best perfumes in France and they have informed me that they are the ones you manufacture - this Perico said it in a safe voice and without stumbling.

"Of course, of course, go ahead."Close the door and follow me, please, ”he replied, satisfied, Monsieur Lafitte while he preceded them by the stairs.

This ended in a hall to which several doors opened.They frank one of them and agreed to a stay of high roofs painted with amorcillos and gallant scenes.Near one of the walls extended a long table crammed with glass jars in different shapes, sizes and colors.Monsieur Lafitte went to the other side and began to uncover jars that Perico smelled with deletion and expert ways.Belle, on the other hand, praised the decoration of the house.She did it so much, and in such extreme terms, that Monsieur Lafitte invited her to travel the rest of the stays.She didn't beg.She left that room and walked to the end of the hall.There she opened another door.

The stay was dark.Belle approached the window and opened the postpos.A torrent of light entered the empty room revealing a myriad of dust motorcycle suspended in the air.With a firm and resonant step on the platform she went to one of the walls, which she began to hit with the knuckles until she found a point that sounded like a hole.From her bag then a small iron tip bar was extracted.She sought the union of the wooden plates that lined the wall and with a couple of subtle touches she managed to leave the hiding place in sight.This was the place that the murderers of Monsieur and Madame Lapêtre had searched, without finding, that unfortunate day.

Belle returned to the stay of the perfumes and changed a look of intelligence with Perico while pointing his bag.Perico then began the withdrawal while he assured Monsieur Lafitte that he would make an order in the coming days.The old man, who seemed not to have suspected anything, accompanied them until the end of the stairs and opened the street door by making them shy reverences.At that time Pierre returned from the market.

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Perico Girón se enamora (IX) - El Pespunte

Once in the room, both sitting on the bed, Belle extracted two velvet bags from the bag and handed them over to Perico.This first opened the largest, heavier.It contained French and Spanish gold coins, a small capital.Then he opened the other, smaller and light.Inside they found several carved diamonds, one of them of good size and all apparent great purity and clarity.Perico took the major gem and lifted it at the height of the eyes.Everything that surrounded them, the ugliness of the old and enforced furniture of the inn, the stained walls, the expired platforms in so many places, seemed clean and in perfect condition seen through that huge stone.

Our protagonist had been Paris with his mother just a couple of years before.Together they entered into a variety of shops and he remembered having done it in jewelry stores near the Palace of the Tulleries, in the Place Vendôme, where Napoleon would order the great column after the battle of Austerlitz.They toured three of them.In the establishments they opened the Saquito de los Diamonds and collected the opinion of the jeweler.The three, once the stones were examined with their powerful magnifying glasses, concluded that the big was false, a simple carved glass, but the small diamonds did have value.Two of them offered to buy them and Perico and Belle sold them with pleasure.Both left the store with the light soul, the bag full and the intact youth.

In Madrid, meanwhile, things were going wrong. The Duchess of Osuna languished in a Chaise Longue most of the day. The parakeet of her, the sun of her life, had gone, she had preferred the company of that French without honor or virtue of the obedience due to her parents, her mother. The drama was almost physical. A loving competition had been held in which she had lost. The intense social life that María Josefa had disappeared completely. She no longer attended the sessions of the Royal Ladies of Honor and Matritense merit, which she presided since 1788 by real decision and to which she was never missing. She didn't organize concerts, even for her pleasure. That orchestra of more than twenty teachers - the best violinists and oboists of the Court - formed and financed by it and directed by Luigi Boccherini, that orchestra that had so many afternoons of pleasure had provided to her family, languished lack of orders. The musicians, however, lived happy because they continued to charge their salary, some more than a thousand reais per month. From those dispensions, I can assure you, come the narrows that Osuna's house goes through now, which we will see how it ends. The Duchess only comforted her grandchildren, who were born regularly every year, as if they were part of a harvest that only needs some water and light to prosper.

The Duke seemed outraged. That a child of his would have lacked respect in that way, questioning his authority, it was something unheard of. He was the Duke of Osuna, owner of Media Spain. The mere mention of his name had to be enough for all the doors to be opened and all the wills were paid. But behold, a Mozalbete had dared to ignore his. And he did not feel mocked only as Duke and as a father, also as head of the Army. The latter had hurt more than everything else, disobeying an order of his, of a girl, a family that before the battle of La Sagra, back in 1086, had demonstrated exemplary value and gallantry. Of all this he complained in public, although in private, and with the closest ones, he reasoned otherwise. His parakeet was a man. There was no doubt about that. A man with the attributes very well placed, capable of successfully opposing the will of one of the most powerful individuals in the country after the king. The Duke saw in him a strong man, who would leave an indelible mark on the lives of all who knew him. He lamented, yes, and much, the attack on his class. The members of the nobility married each other. It had been so since the beginning of the times. Another thing did not fit. And now he was his parakeet and he took that step, he escaped from home with a woman without heritage or surname, although very good girl, we had to recognize him. They could not come back. He knew that the couple was in Paris. The spies he had paid had found them. They had them controlled. They lived in a inn of bad death. Soon the money would end and it would see what they did then.

The Duke sighed: he continued with the pain of the side and did not know if he would live enough to see his son again.