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Rest assured of that!" Ricardo was mystified; but since the captain of the ship would not show his observation, he knew it would be in vain to press him. "Well, while Adele was preparing her morphia-needle and Hippolyte was about to prepare the boat, Jeanne upstairs was making her preparation too. She was mending a sack. Did you see Mlle. Celie's eyes and face when first she saw that sack?
We find that door upon the latch, the door of the room open; on the table lies the morphia-needle. Upstairs lies Mlle. Celie she is helpless, she cannot see what they are meaning to do." "But she could cry out," exclaimed Ricardo. "She did not even do that!" "No, my friend, she could not cry out," replied Hanaud very seriously. "I know why. She could not. No living man or woman could.
She turned to Hanaud; unconsciously familiar words rose to her lips. "Is it straight?" she asked. And Hanaud laughed outright, and in a moment Celia smiled herself. Supported by Hanaud she stumbled down the stairs to the garden. As they passed the open door of the lighted parlour at the back of the house Hanaud turned back to Lemerre and pointed silently to the morphia-needle and the phial.
But I should, and afterwards we should no longer be able to call you 'my pretty one, eh?" And with a horrible playfulness she pinched the girl's cheek. Then with old Jeanne's help she stripped Celia and told her to get into bed. "I'll give her something to keep her quiet," said Adele, and she fetched her morphia-needle and injected a dose into Celia's arm.
"What were they going to do?" asked Ricardo. Hanaud shrugged his shoulders. "It is not pretty what they were going to do. We reach the garden in our launch. At that moment Hippolyte and Adele, who is most likely Hippolyte's wife, are in the lighted parlour on the basement floor. Adele is preparing her morphia-needle.
Indeed, you said that when you saw the open door and the morphia-needle on the table of the little room downstairs you thought Adele and the man Hippolyte were hiding in the garden." "Yes, I did think so." "Why? And why did the publication that the jewels had been discovered so alarm you?" "Ah!" said Hanaud. "Did not you understand that?
Told me she'd killed my child. It's as easy as breathing if you know how to use a morphia-needle." Light seemed at last to break on his hearer. "Oh, my poor Henry you mean she gave too much? There was some dreadful accident?" "There was no accident. She killed my child killed her deliberately. Don't look at me as if I were a madman. She sat in that chair you're in when she told me." "Justine?
They were hiding in the garden." "So I thought," said Hanaud, "when I saw the door open downstairs, and the morphia-needle on the table." Lemerre turned to one of the officers. "Let them be taken with old Jeanne in cabs to the depot." And when the man had gone upon his errand Lemerre spoke to Hanaud. "You will stay here tonight to arrange for their transfer to Aix?"
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