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Marie Gessler, known as Marie Chaumontel, Jeanne d'Avrechy, the Countess d'Aurillac, was German. Her father, who served through the Franco-Prussian War, was a German spy. It was from her mother she learned to speak French sufficiently well to satisfy even an Academician and, among Parisians, to pass as one. Both her parents were dead.
Even in times of war a beautiful woman is still a beautiful woman. And the staff officers who moved into the quarters so lately occupied by the enemy found in the presence of the Countess d'Aurillac nothing to distress them. In the absence of her dear friend, Madame Iverney, the châtelaine of the château, she acted as their hostess.
"Let me show you the room," she begged; "you can take him in the act." Her eyes, wild with the excitement of the chase, swept the circle. "Will you come?" she begged. Unconscious of the crisis he interrupted, the orderly on duty opened the door. "Captain Thierry's compliments," he recited mechanically, "and is he to delay longer for Madame d'Aurillac?"
With the confidence of one who is sure he brings good news, he laughed happily. "And I," he cried, "am 'Pierrot'!" Who the devil "Pierrot" might be the spy could not guess. She knew only that she wished by a German shell "Pierrot" and his car had been blown to tiny fragments. Was it a trap, she asked herself, or was the handsome youth really some one the Countess d'Aurillac should know.
Marie felt a hand of ice clutch at her throat. But she controlled herself. "And what is this?" she cried gayly. At her side Captain Thierry was smiling down at her, but his smile was hateful. "It is the prison of St. Lazare," he said. "It is not becoming," he added sternly, "that the name of the Countess d'Aurillac should be made common as the Paris road!"
Marie Gessler, known as Marie Chaumontel, Jeanne d'Avrechy, the Countess d'Aurillac, was German. Her father, who served through the Franco-Prussian War, was a German spy. It was from her mother she learned to speak French sufficiently well to satisfy even an Academician and, among Parisians, to pass as one. Both her parents were dead.
"And I am ready." To Marie he added: "The car will be at the steps in five minutes." He turned and left them. The thoughts of Marie, snatching at an excuse for delay, raced madly. The danger of meeting the Count d'Aurillac, her supposed husband, did not alarm her.
"And I am ready." To Marie he added: "The car will be at the steps in five minutes." He turned and left them. The thoughts of Marie, snatching at an excuse for delay, raced madly. The danger of meeting the Count d'Aurillac, her supposed husband, did not alarm her.
"He means to," he said. "I am the Count d'Aurillac!" To fate, "Jimmie" Blagwin had signalled the "supreme gesture." He had accomplished the Great Adventure. He was dead. And as he sat on his trunk in the tiny hall bedroom, and in the afternoon papers read of his suicide, his eyes were lit with pleasurable pride.
But, as from his introducing himself it was evident he could not know that lady very well, Marie took courage and smiled. "Which 'Pierrot'?" she parried. "Pierre Thierry!" cried the youth. To the relief of Marie he turned upon the adjutant and to him explained who Pierre Thierry might be. "Paul d'Aurillac," he said, "is my dearest friend.
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