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And yet there was something more than pity in the voice of the woman who was speaking now. "No, no, we have not seen him, Andre we have not seen Black Roger Audemard. If he comes, I will call you. I promise, Michiwan. I will call you!"
It was impossible to lie to himself. St. Pierre, in this moment, was of more importance to him than Roger Audemard. And St. Pierre's wife, Marie-Anne His eyes fell on the crumpled handkerchief on the piano keys. Again he was crushing it in the palm of his hand, and again the flood of humiliation and shame swept over him.
It took an effort, for his face felt stiff and unnatural. "I was dreaming of a man named Roger Audemard," he continued to apologize. "Did I hurt you?" The smile on her lips was gone as swiftly as it had come. "A little, m'sieu. I am glad you are better. You have been very sick." He raised a hand to his face. The bandage was there, and also a stubble of beard on his cheeks. He was puzzled.
For a time David did not move from his seat near the table. He had not let Roger Audemard see how completely the confession had upset his inner balance, but he made no pretense of concealing the thing from himself now. He was in the power of a cut-throat, who in turn had an army of cut-throats at his back, and both Marie-Anne and Carmin Fanchet were a part of this ring.
This time Audemard smiled, but it was the smile of a man ten years older than he had appeared yesterday. "Don't try to answer, m'sieu. I only want you to know she is as pure as the stars. It was unfortunate, but to follow the impulse of one's heart can not be a sin. Everything has been unfortunate since you came. But I blame no one, except " "Carmin Fanchet?" Audemard nodded. "Yes.
I have sent her away. Marie-Anne is in the cabin on the raft now. But even Carmin I can not blame very greatly, m'sieu, for it is impossible to hold anything against one you love. Tell me if I am right? You must know. You love my Marie-Anne. Do you hold anything against her?" "It is unfair," protested David. "She is your wife, Audemard, is it possible you don't love her?" "Yes, I love her."
There was more excitement here, but it was too dark for David to understand the meaning of it. There were many voices; dogs barked. Then voices were at his door, a key rattled in the lock, and it opened. David saw Bateese and Joe Clamart first. And then, to his amazement, Black Roger Audemard stood there, smiling at him and nodding good-evening.
And she did not wait for him to answer. "This this Roger Audemard if you catch him what will you do with him?" she asked. "He will be hanged," said David. "He is a murderer." "And one who tries to kill who almost succeeds what is the penalty for that?" She leaned toward him, waiting. Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap, the spots were brighter in her cheeks.
And Carrigan, as he began to eat, did not have to tell himself twice that Audemard had been particular in his selection of the bateau's crew, and that the eyes of the men he had seen could be as keen as a hawk's when leveled over the tip of a rifle barrel. They meant business, and he felt no desire to smile in the face of them, as he had smiled at Concombre Bateese.
A moan came to his lips, and the weight of his body grew so heavy that David had to exert his strength to keep him from falling. "And YOU?" he cried. "For God's sake, Audemard tell me " "I, m'sieu? Why, I am only St. Pierre Audemard, his brother." And with that his head dropped heavily, and he was like a dead man in David's arms.
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