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As the fatal hour approached, a carriage drove down along the quay, turned into the Place de Greve, and attempted to cross it; but, becoming immediately entangled in the crowd, could make little or no progress, despite the utmost exertions of the majestic coachman and attendant lackeys to induce the people to make way for it, and let it pass.
He made no reply. They arrived thus, still keeping along the quay, at a tolerably spacious square. It was the Greve. In the middle, a sort of black, erect cross was visible; it was the gallows. She recognized all this, and saw where she was. The man halted, turned towards her and raised his cowl. "Oh!" she stammered, almost petrified, "I knew well that it was he again!" It was the priest.
And Gard, in nearing the Little Sark cutting, always kept carefully to the right-hand side of the path, though it was somewhat crumbly there and had fallen away down the slope towards Grande Grève.
"I shall be in the lounge when they want me. A dreadful affair! Dreadful!" The little doctor bustled out, leaving Greve and the butler alone in the room with the mortal remains of Hartley Parrish lying where he had fallen on the soft grey carpet. "Now, Bude," said Greve incisively, "get on to the police at once. You'd better telephone from the servant's hall.
He had had a bitter fight for existence, had made his money, as Greve had heard, with a blind and ruthless determination which spoke of the stern struggle of other days. And Robin, who, too, had had his own way to make in the world, knew how the memory of earlier struggles went to sweeten the flavour of ultimate success.
Mr. Manderton shook his head dubiously. "Very ingenious," he commented. "But you go rather fast, Mr. Greve. We must test your theory link by link. There may be an explanation for Jeekes's apparently inexplicable lie to the young lady. Let's see him and hear what he says.
The myriads you are daily sending to the slaughter at the Place de Greve, who have, committed no crime, the carts of a certain description, you have ordered daily to bear a stated number to be sacrificed, directing they should be taken from the prisons, and, if enough are not in the prisons, seized, indiscriminately in the streets, that no place in the deadly vehicle may be left unoccupied, and all this without a trial, without even an accusation, and without any sanction but your own mandate these things call the public curse upon you, which is not the less bitter for not being audible."
"But, see here," he said, "apparently it was to the deductions you formed from the result of that experiment that I owe the attentions of your colleagues who have been hanging round the house all day. And yet you now come to me and invite my assistance. Mr. Manderton, I don't get it at all!" "Mr. Greve," replied the detective, "Miss Trevert tried to shield you. That made me suspicious.
"On the Place de Grève," Gougeon replied, showing a little interest, "at eight to-morrow." "How many guards will attend them?" "Six by the cart, with their officers; and the streets are lined with the guards of Paris," continued Gougeon. "You intend a rescue? Sacre!" vociferated Wife Gougeon. "I will be there too; they dare not arrest me.
"I have been watching you, cheres dames crossing the greve but how wet and weary you must be! Come in by the fire, it is ablaze now I have been feeding it for you!" And once more the beautifully curved lips parted over the fine teeth, and the exceeding brightness of the dark eyes smiled and glittered in our own.
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