Derniers Contes

By Edgar Allan Poe

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en-tete: "Un
portefeuille perdu!" et invite a deposer l'argent, quand on l'aura
trouve, au n deg. 1 de Tom Street.

La copie est breve; elle porte en tete ce seul mot "perdu" et indique le
n deg. 2 ou le n deg. 3 de Harry ou Dick Street, comme l'endroit ou l'on peut
voir le proprietaire. Cette copie est inseree au moins dans cinq ou six
journaux du jour, de telle sorte qu'elle ne paraisse que peu d'heures
apres l'original. Dut-elle tomber sous les yeux de celui qui a perdu la
bourse, c'est a peine s'il pourrait se douter qu'elle a quelque rapport
avec son infortune. Mais naturellement, il y a cinq ou six chances
contre une que celui qui l'aura trouvee se presente a l'adresse donnee
par le filou plutot qu'a celle du legitime proprietaire. Le filou paie
la recompense, met l'argent dans sa poche et file.

Voici une filouterie qui a beaucoup d'analogie avec la precedente. Une
dame du grand _ton_ a laisse glisser dans la rue une bague de diamant
d'un prix exceptionnel. Elle offre a celui qui la retrouvera quarante
ou cinquante dollars de recompense--elle fait dans son annonce une
description detaillee de la pierre et de sa monture, et declare qu'elle
paiera _instantanement_ la recompense promise a celui qui la rapportera
au n deg. tant, dans telle avenue, sans lui poser la moindre question. Un
jour ou deux apres, la dame etant absente de son logis, on sonne au n deg.
tant dans l'avenue indiquee. Une servante parait; l'inconnu demande la
dame de la maison; en apprenant qu'elle est absente, il s'etonne et
manifeste le plus poignant regret. C'est une affaire d'importance qui
concerne personnellement la maitresse du logis. En effet il a eu la
bonne fortune de trouver sa bague de diamant. Mais peut-etre fera-t-il
bien de revenir une autrefois. "Pas du tout!" dit la servante: "pas du
tout!" disent en choeur la soeur et la belle-soeur de la dame qu'on a
appelees sur les entrefaites. L'identite de la bague est bruyamment
constatee, la recompense payee, et l'homme de detaler au plus vite.
La dame rentre, et manifeste a sa soeur et a sa belle-soeur quelque
mecontentement de ce qu'elles aient paye quarante ou cinquante dollars
un fac-simile de sa bague--un fac-simile fait de vrai similor et d'un
infame strass.

Mais comme les filouteries n'ont pas de fin, cet essai ne finirait
jamais, si je voulais seulement indiquer les varietes et les formes
infinies dont cette science est susceptible. Il faut cependant conclure,
et je ne saurais mieux le faire, qu'en racontant sommairement une
filouterie fort decente et assez bien etudiee dont

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