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He bowed politely, and followed by the sacristan, went out. "Don't speak until we get downstairs," whispered Coquenil, and they descended the four flights in silence. "Now, Bonneton," ordered the detective sharply, when they were in the lower hallway, "don't ask questions, just do what I say.
In vain the poor girl protested against this breach of hospitality. Mother Bonneton held her ground grimly, declaring that she had a duty to perform and would perform it. "What duty?" asked the American. "A duty to M. Groener." At this name Alice started apprehensively.
"She came to see me the other day." "She did?" "Yes, and the result of her visit was well, it has made a lot of trouble. What I'm going to say is absolutely between ourselves you mustn't tell a soul, least of all your wife." "You can trust me, M. Paul," declared Papa Bonneton rubbing his hands in excitement. "To begin with, who is the man with the long little finger that she told me about?"
"I trust you, Lloyd," she said. While they were talking Mother Bonneton had gone to the window attracted by sounds from below, and as she peered down her face showed surprise and then intense excitement. "Kind saints!" she muttered. "The courtyard is full of policemen." Then with sudden understanding she exclaimed: "Perhaps we will know now what he has been doing."
"Do you mean that M. Groener does not approve of me?" pursued Kittredge. "M. Groener knows nothing about you," answered Mother Bonneton, "except that you have been hanging around this foolish girl. But he understands his responsibility as the only relation she has in the world and he knows she will respect his wishes as the one who has paid her board, more or less, for five years." "Well?"
"And the lady?" sneered Mother Bonneton. "Do you mean to tell us you haven't had anything to do with her for six months?" "I haven't even seen her," he declared, "for more than six months." "A likely story! Besides, what we know is enough. I shall write M. Groener to-night and tell him the facts. Meantime " She rose and pointed to the door.
All this with a self-possession that the daughters of Eve have acquired through centuries of practice. "Twenty francs!" muttered the guileless Bonneton. "You were right, my child, perfectly right. That rule was made for ordinary visitors, but with madam it is different. I myself will strike the bell for madam."
You are to take a cab, here is the money, and drive to Notre-Dame. At the right of the church is a high iron railing around the archbishop's house. In the railing is an iron gate with a night bell for Extreme Unction. Ring this bell and ask to see the sacristan Bonneton, and when he comes out give him this." Coquenil wrote hastily on a card.
"Now Madam Bonneton," resumed Groener cheerfully, "while the young lady gets into her finery we might have a little talk. There are a few matters er " He looked apologetically at the others. "You and I will meet to-morrow, M. Matthieu; I'll see what I can do for you." "Thanks," said Matthieu, rising in response to this hint for his departure.
He put the questions carelessly, as if it were of no particular moment. "Why, that's Groener," answered Bonneton simply. "Groener? Oh, her cousin?" "Yes." "I'm interested," went on the detective with the same indifferent air, "because I have a collection of plaster hands at my house I'll show it to you some day and there's one with a long little finger that the candle girl noticed.
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