Парфюмер. История одного убийцы

Chapter 44

           ThenDruot,returninghomefromtheQuatreDauphinsforlunch,remarkedinpassingthatearlythismorningthesecondconsulhadleftforGrenobletogetherwithtwelvemulesandhisdaughter.Gre-nouilleforcedbackthetearsandranoff,straightthroughtowntothePorteduCours.Hestoppedtosniffinthesquarebeforethegate.Andinthepurewestwind,unsulliedbytheodorsofthetown,hedidindeedfindhisgoldenthreadagain,thinandfragile,butabsolutelyunmistakable.Thepreciousscent,however,wasnotblowingfromthenorthwest,wheretheroadleadstowardGrenoble,butmorefromthedirectionofCabris-ifnotdirectlyoutofthesouthwest.Grenouilleaskedthewatchwhichroadthesecondconsulhadtaken.Theguardpointednorth.NottheroadtoCabris?Ortheotherone,thatwentsouthtowardAuribeauandLaNapoule?Definitelynot,saidtheguard,hehadwatchedwithhisowneyes.Grenouilleranbackthroughtowntohiscabin,packedlinen,pomadepot,spatula,scissors,andasmall,smoothclubofolivewoodintohisknapsackandpromptlytooktotheroad-nottheroadtoGrenoble,buttheonetowhichhisnosedirectedhim:tothesouth.Thisroad,thedirectroadtoLaNapoule,ledalongthefoothillsoftheTanneron,throughtherivervalleysoftheFrayereandSiagne.Itwasaneasywalk.Grenouillemaderapidprogress.AsAuribeauemergedonhisright,clingingtothemountainsabovehim,hecouldsmellthathehadalmostcaughtupwiththerunaways.Alittlelaterandhehaddrawnevenwiththem.Hecouldnowsmelleachone,couldsmellthearomaoftheirhorses.

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