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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Would a stone leave a hat marked with a bloody hand my son's hat? There has been foul play here. May the curse of God fall on him who has robbed me of my son, be he stranger or my own kin." His voice broke and he reeled backward and would have fallen over the brink but for Bertrand's quickness.
"Villon, what do you mean?" "I mean you would find just such another bit of villainous innocence under Bertrand's saddle-flap. The poor brute was driven mad by it. I picked this up where Michel's stop-gap dropped it." "That hedge-side beggar?" "A hedge-side beggar who carries a signet slung round his neck. His jacket opened as he stooped and the ring swung out.
"Do you mind going to see if I have dropped my handkerchief in the car?" she asked him, with a nervous smile. His smile answered hers. Yes, he understood. "I shall go with pleasure," he said, and with a quick bow was gone. Chris breathed a little sigh of relief, and moved on with her escort into the rose-garden. He seemed scarcely aware of Bertrand's departure.
He had just called General Bertrand to the high position of grand marshal of the palace; and this choice was generally approved by all who had the honor of Count Bertrand's acquaintance. But what is there for me to say here of a man whose name in history will never be separated from that of the Emperor?
"If my memory be correct it was to madame herself that I owed that wound." She felt the quick blood rush to her face. He had spoken with double entendre, but she did not perceive it until too late. She only remembered suddenly and overwhelmingly that the duel had been fought on her account, because of some evil word which this man had spoken of her in Bertrand's hearing.
Wait till you see how polite he will be when they ask him," said Lettice mischievously; and, indeed, nothing could have been more courteous than Mr Bertrand's manner when the American party flocked round him in the hall after luncheon. "Your books are in every house in America, sir, and it gives us the greatest pleasure to have an opportunity of "
It now became a trifling feat for these nimble adventurers to swing themselves across to Florine's room, but twelve feet or so away. Once inside Bertrand's they proceeded with abundant caution, all of which near came to naught through Florine's sudden shriek and my own nervous clamor. It shamed me heartily. "Truly, comrade, thou hast good lungs," Jerome told me days afterward.
The door of Bertrand's room was unlatched, and he pushed it open without ceremony. Blank darkness met him on the threshold, but a sound within told him the room was tenanted. He switched on the light without delay, entered, and shut the door. He found Bertrand seated huddled on the edge of his bed, gasping horribly for breath. He did not apparently hear Max enter.
So monsieur turned on, meeting new treasures at every rise of a leaf; and at the end of the book he came upon two sheets of paper, of much more recent date than anything he had seen yet, which puzzled him considerably. On the first of the paper sheets was a plan, carefully drawn and instantly recognizable by a person who knew the ground, of the south aisle and cloisters of St Bertrand's.
She alternately longed for and dreaded Mr Bertrand's arrival, and it needed all her self-control to keep up a semblance of cheerfulness while he drank his tea and refreshed himself after the long journey. It was not easy, however, to deceive such an intimate friend. Mr Bertrand studied her face with critical eyes, and said kindly "You are not up to the mark, Helen; you look tired and worried!
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