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Since Mademoiselle's er accident you have, I suppose, been leading an honest life?" "Yes. I have tried to do so. At present I am a cafe waiter." "And you can tell me nothing further regarding the affair at the Villa Amette?" asked The Sparrow, eyeing him narrowly. "I regret, signore, I can tell you nothing further," replied the staid, rather sad-looking old man; "nothing." And he sighed.
The great mystery of it all was why Hugh should have gone deliberately and clandestinely to the Villa Amette on the night of the tragic affair. Dorise was really an expert in casting a fly; also she excelled in several branches of sport. She was a splendid tennis-player, she rode well to hounds, and was very fair at golf.
"And it is a happy event that, by seeing us unexpectedly, your memory has returned. But the reason Mr. Henfrey is here is to resume that conversation which was so suddenly interrupted at the Villa Amette." Mademoiselle was silent for some moments. Her face was averted, for she was gazing out of the window to the distant sea.
Now, as a matter of fact, half an hour after Hugh had left the Villa Amette, Ogier had telegraphed to Buisson in Nice, and the latter had come along the Corniche road in a fast car to make his own inquiries and observations upon the pair of Englishmen.
This cortege left the cathedral through the three gates of the great facade and took up its position between the basilica and the exterior railings. Here a temporary platform had been erected, from which Monseigneur Amette addressed the enormous crowd that filled the Rue d'Argonne, the Pont Notre Dame, and the Place Notre Dame, right up to the Prefecture of Police.
To her the chief element in the affair was the mystery why her lover had gone on that fateful night to the Villa Amette, the house of that notorious Mademoiselle. What had really occurred? Twice she had received letters from him brought to her by the mysterious girl-messenger from Belgium.
On every hand there were whispers and wild reports concerning the tragedy at the Villa Amette. He had heard about it from a dozen people, though not a word was in the papers. Yet nobody dreamed that he, of all men, had been present when the mysterious shot was fired, or that he was, indeed, the cause of the secret attack. He dressed slowly, and having done so, descended to the salle a manger.
Mother, of course, says all sorts of nasty things that you must have done something very wrong and all that." "My escape certainly gives colour to the belief that I am in fear of arrest. And so I am. Yet I swear that I never attempted to harm the lady at the Villa Amette." "But why did you go there at all, dear?" the girl asked. "You surely knew the unenviable reputation borne by that woman!"
"You must return to the Villa Amette for you are still Mademoiselle of Monte Carlo, remember! Leave it all to me." And he laughed happily. "But we are no nearer the solution of the mystery as to who attempted to kill you, Mademoiselle," Hugh remarked. "There can be but one person. Old Cataldi knows who it is," she answered. "Cataldi? Then why has he not told me?
"I know it is serious, signore," replied the old man, much perturbed by the unexpected visit of the king of the underworld, the elusive Sparrow of whom everyone spoke in awe. "But I only know one or two facts. I recognize Signor Henfrey." "Ah! Then you know me!" exclaimed Hugh. "You recognized me on that night at the Villa Amette, when you opened the door to me." "I do, signore.
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