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The old fellow was out, but the elderly Italian woman who kept house for him said she expected him back at any moment. He was due to come off duty at the cafe where he was employed. So Hugh and his companion waited, examining the poorly-furnished little room. Now The Sparrow entertained a strong suspicion that Cataldi knew more of the tragedy at the Villa Amette than anyone else.
Since that memorable night in Monte Carlo he had been living in frowsy surroundings, concealed in thieves' hiding-places, eating coarse food, and hearing the slang of the underworld of Europe. It had been exciting, yet he had been drawn into it against his will just because he had feared for Dorise's sake, to face the music after that mysterious shot had been fired at the Villa Amette. Mrs.
"Which renders the situation only worse," Brock said. Then, after a pause, he added: "Now that you have declined to tell the police why you visited the Villa Amette and have, in a way, defied them, it will be best to maintain that attitude. Tell them nothing, no matter what happens." "I intend to pursue that course.
Perhaps she would not have uttered those words which cut deeply into his heart had she known the truth concerning the tragedy at the Villa Amette. "I don't like him because he seems to live by gambling," Hugh declared. "I know your mother likes him very much of course!" "And she likes you, too, dear."
But m'sieur," she added, "you are not of our world. You are in just a little temporary trouble. Over what?" In reply he was perfectly frank with her. He told her of the suspicion against him because of the affair of the Villa Amette. "Ah!" she replied, her manner changing, "I have heard that Mademoiselle was shot, but I had no idea that you had any connexion with that ugly business." "Yes.
Evidently one or other of the servants at the Villa Amette had been indiscreet. At that moment, in his private room at the bureau of police down in Monaco, Superintendent Ogier was carefully perusing a dossier of official papers which had been brought to him by the archivist.
"I do wish you would tell me the motive of your extreme kindness towards us both," Dorise urged. "I can't make it out at all. I am bewildered." "Well so am I, Miss Ranscomb," replied the tall, elegant man who spoke with such refinement, and was so shrewd and alert. "There are certain facts facts of which I have no knowledge. The affair at the Villa Amette is still, to me, a most profound mystery."
"For reasons best known to myself, Miss Ranscomb. Reasons which are personal." "That's hardly a satisfactory reply." "I fear I can give few satisfactory replies until we succeed in ascertaining the truth of what occurred at the Villa Amette," he said. "I must urge you, Miss Ranscomb, to remain patient, and and not to lose faith in the man who is wrongfully accused."
Henfrey," he said at last. "I am very sorry for you. I happen to know something of your present position, and the great difficulty in which you are to-day placed by the clever roguery of others. Will you please describe to me accurately exactly what occurred on that fateful night at the Villa Amette? If I am to assist you further it is necessary for you to tell me everything remember, everything!"
So, after speaking to Duponteil, he also spoke to the sister at the hospital, asking her to send up two nurses immediately to the Villa Amette. In the meantime Inspector Ogier was closely questioning the young Englishman. Like everyone in Monte Carlo he knew the mysterious Mademoiselle by sight. More than once the suspicions of the police had been aroused against her.
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