“My friend, do not open the enclosed letter in case of accident, if you hear that something strange happened to me. Then, delete names from the manuscript that I sent you and make eight copies that you send to the newspapers of Marseille, Bordeaux, Lyon, Brussels, etc..; Ten days later, do print the manuscript, send the first copy the Marquis de La Mole, and two weeks later, throwing the other copies night in the streets of Verrieres. “

This small supporting statement arranged in story form, that Fouque was open in case of accident, Julien did as little compromising as possible for Mademoiselle de La Mole, but finally, he painted a very exact position.

Julien had finished his closing package, when the dinner bell rang, she made her heart beat. His imagination preoccupied with the story he had just composed, was all the tragic forebodings. He had been seized by servants, bound, taken to a cellar, with a gag in his mouth. There, a servant kept him in sight, and if the honor of the noble famine required that the adventure had a tragic end, it was easy to finish with all these poisons that leave no trace, so it was said that He died of illness, and he was carried dead in his room.