Garian and Balanchi hurriedly packed their belongings, and when they fled, they always drove lightly and did not carry furniture that was in the way. After packing up his clothes and valuables, he hurriedly locked the door. He even explained to his neighbor, Mr. Marx, that if any stranger asked him about his whereabouts, he should never tell them.

"Remember, no one, even if he says it's my friend, my relative, don't tell them my whereabouts. If the Count of Paris can find me, others will find me, including the conservative forces who want to kill me. ”

Marx agreed to Garion's request, but his doubts about Garion's identity deepened. He recalled the details that Engels had told him before, and the conjecture about the name came back to his mind.

However, as soon as Marx wanted to speak, Garion was already sitting in the carriage and waving goodbye to Marx, and in the end he could only choose to choke those words back into his stomach in silence.

Garian and Balanchi rode in a carriage to Alde's rented house, a large apartment in the city. She walked at the front of the stairs, followed by Garion with two suitcases.

"Come in, I have three or four rooms in this apartment, and I can stay here when my friends come to visit."

Ardai opened the door, and by the way, helped Garian bring in the small box that was tucked under his arm, and said as he walked, "Just sit down, it's usually too deserted here." Oh yes, Lord Garrian, my father has been living here lately, too. ”

Garion stopped, he looked at Ardai in surprise, and asked, "You mean that His Excellency Hugo has been living with you recently?" ”

"yes, you can talk to him when he comes back."

Hugo, who was on the go, took Dumas and Baudelaire to the newspaper office of the Daily Telegraph, where he explained to Thornton's editor-in-chief what they were all about. After listening to this, the editor-in-chief Thornton muttered, "You are the second group of people to ask me about Garion's whereabouts." It's weird. ”

"What? Someone asked about his whereabouts before? ”

"Well, it's a guy with a French accent and a hateful expression. ”

Dumas anxiously asked, "Do you know Trotsky's whereabouts?" ”

Thornton thought for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know his exact address, but I can give you the address where I usually send him checks, and I think he lives there." ”

"Okay, thanks."

After getting the address from the editor-in-chief of the Daily Telegraph, the three of them immediately prepared to leave. The puzzled editor-in-chief called Baudelaire from behind and asked, "May I ask why you are in such a hurry to find out Trotsky's whereabouts?" ”

Baudelaire turned his head and said in a calm tone, "Because he is not called Trotsky, his real name is Gallien." ”

"Galion?"

Thornton repeated the name, always feeling like he had heard it somewhere, and finally he suddenly remembered that this was not the man of letters who had disappeared from Paris just before.

When he tried to stop the three to find out more, they were nowhere to be found.

The delighted trio immediately took the carriage to their destination, but when they arrived at their destination, they found that the building was empty.

The door was locked, and there was even an unfinished cup of coffee on the table in the room, which looked like it had just left.

The undying Baudelaire knocked on the door of the house next door and asked about Garion's whereabouts.

Marx heard the movement and immediately opened the door.

He saw three strange people standing at the door, and asked him about the whereabouts of the family next door.

Marx immediately remembered what Garrian had told him before leaving, looked at the three people in front of him a few more times, and quickly shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know where that family went." ”

"Did they say anything before leaving? Even if it was a word we heard, we were very anxious to know his whereabouts. ”

Baudelaire didn't give up, and continued to ask, "It's really important, we are his friends, and we have something urgent to find him." ”

Marx shook his head resolutely as Garion advised, insisting that he did not know the whereabouts of the owner of the house.

"If I knew their whereabouts," he said impatiently, "I would have told you." But I'm sorry, I really don't know, please go, I can't help it, I'm sorry. ”

Looking at the other party's unpleasant looks, Dumas was worried that continuing to entangle would lead to conflict, so he hurriedly said, "Sorry for the interruption." ”

Baudelaire's newly-ignited hope was extinguished again, and he walked down the steps in frustration, took off his hat and scratched his head in annoyance, and slammed his fist on the pole of the street lamp.

"Damn, it's almost there, so we're one step ahead of Galion! How so! ”

Hugo patted Baudelaire on the shoulder from behind and comforted him, "Don't be discouraged, we'll go back now and think about it in the long run, now that we know he's in London, I think soon we'll find him again." And besides us, there are other people who are looking for him just like us. I'm worried that it will be bad for Galion. ”

Baudelaire sighed and said slowly, "That's all there is to it." ”

Ardai went into the kitchen to pour water for the two of them, and Garion sat on the couch with his hands crossed, thinking about what to do next. Instead, he wanted to get in touch with Baudelaire and find out what he had to say about Paris. Napoleon III's attitude towards himself, and whether the damned Sir Fred is still in pursuit.

"We'll be fine, right?"

Mrs. Balanchi said worriedly, "Let's go, go to Berlin, to Vienna, to America, don't stay here." ”

"It's fine."

Garian took her hand and comforted her, "We'll be fine for a while. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the door lock turning, and both of them focused their eyes on the door.

The three of them came in high spirits and returned in disappointment. Accidents and variables were not within their expectations, and there was no way to do it, and after returning to the lodgings, Hugo opened the door and entered the house with Dumas and Baudelaire, but he was momentarily stunned when he saw a stranger sitting on the sofa in his living room, a man and a woman.

Immediately, an uncontrollable anger appeared on his face. He said to the two uninvited guests in front of him, "Who are you?" How did it end up in my house? ”

Dumas and Baudelaire who were following him poked their heads out, and when they saw the man in front of them, their faces were all surprised, and they walked around Hugo, walked up to Garion, and said in surprise, "Lord Garion, why are you here?" ”

Garion shook his head with a wry smile and said, "It's hard to put into words." ”

"Galion?"

Hearing this name, even Hugo couldn't help but look at the young man in front of him a few more times, tall figure, tough outline, coupled with his miraculous deeds spread throughout Paris, even Hugo felt that if he could make this young man his son-in-law, the leader of the Parisian literary scene could be regarded as finding the next heir.

At this time, Aldai just came out of the kitchen, she saw her father and other guests in front of her, and quickly explained, "Ah, father, this is what I forgot to tell you, this is the friend I mentioned to you before, he may be staying at my house for a few days...... He's the guy you're looking for......"

"Alde, I don't need to explain."

Hugo looked at his daughter with a meaningful expression, and even showed a knowing smile, he hurriedly stepped forward and gave Ardai a big hug, and his tone also revealed a sense of pride, "It is worthy of my Hugo's daughter, and the eyes of men who choose men are the same as mine." Dear child, I am proud of you. ”

"Ahh

Ardai didn't know why, her face turned red all of a sudden, and she said hesitantly, "Wait a minute, father, are you making a mistake?" ”

Hugo patted him on the back and whispered, "Don't say it, I understand." ”

"I want to ask when you two are going to get married?"