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He seemed to regard both handcuffs and guard as petty details unworthy of his attention, and he eyed the judge and Coquenil with almost patronizing scrutiny. "Sit there," said Hauteville, pointing to a chair, and the newcomer obeyed indifferently. The clerk settled himself at his desk and prepared to write. "What is your name?" began the judge. "I don't care to give my name," answered the other.
"But I want you on the case," insisted the commissary. "I'll be on the case, all right." "I'll telephone headquarters at once about this," insisted Pougeot. "When shall I see you again?" Coquenil eyed his friend mysteriously. "I think you'll see me before the night is over. Now get to work, and," he smiled mockingly, "give M. Gibelin the assurance of my distinguished consideration."
"I see nothing wrong," remarked M. Paul, glancing about sharply. "Do you?" "Nothing." "Except that this door into the corridor is bolted. It didn't bolt itself, did it?" "No," sighed the other. Coquenil thought a moment, then he produced the pistol found in the courtyard and examined it with extreme care, then he unlocked the corridor door and looked out.
With all the strength of his mind and memory Coquenil was studying his adversary. That beard? Could it be false? And the swarthy tone of the skin which he noticed now in the improving light, was that natural? If not natural, then wonderfully imitated. And the hands, the arms?
At any rate, Coquenil was henceforth far beyond any need of following his profession; whatever use he might in the future make of his brilliant talents would be for the sheer joy of conquest and strictly in the spirit of art for its own sake.
Coquenil thought a moment. "I don't suppose you want to tell me what these words mean that she wrote?" "No, I don't," said the jailer dryly. "All right. Anyhow, you see I had nothing to do with it." He paused, and then in a businesslike tone: "Well, I'd better get to work. I want that prisoner out in the courtyard." "Can't have him." "No? Here's the judge's order." But the other shook his head.
The impressions showed this, the left heel being heavily marked, while the ball of the left foot was much fainter, as if the left ankle movement had been hampered by rheumatism or gout. It was for this reason that Coquenil had been at such pains to learn whether Kittredge suffered from these maladies. It appeared that he did not.
Ah, now he turns and stares at her as if he had seen a ghost! Mon Dieu, quelle folie!" This whole incident occupied scarcely five minutes, yet it wrought an extraordinary change in Coquenil. All his buoyancy was gone, and he looked worn, almost haggard, as he walked to the church door with hard-shut teeth and face set in an ominous frown.
He spoke so earnestly and straightforwardly that Coquenil began to think Groener had really been deceived by the Matthieu disguise. After all, why not? Tignol had been deceived by it. "How will you find her?" "I'll tell you as we drive along. We'll take a cab and you won't leave me, M. Matthieu?" he said anxiously. Coquenil tried to soften the grimness of his smile.
The man's effrontery was prodigious and there was so much plausibility in his glib chatter that, in spite of himself, Coquenil kept a last lingering wonder if Groener could be telling the truth. If not, what was his motive in this elaborate fooling? He must know that his hypocrisy and deceit would presently be exposed. So what did he expect to gain by it? What could he be driving at?
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