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But even while he spoke he soon caught sight of Mme. Dauvray standing by one of the tables; and near to her was Adele Tace. Adele had not yet made Mme. Dauvray's acquaintance; that was evident. She was apparently unaware of her; but she was gradually edging towards her. Wethermill smiled, and Celia caught the smile. "What is it?" she asked, and her head began to turn in the direction of Mme.
What was it that those two cushions had to tell you?" There was a note of anguish in his voice difficult to resist. But Hanaud resisted it. He shook his head. "Again," he said gravely, "I am to remind you that I am captain of the ship and do not show my observation." He tore open the envelope and sprang up from his seat. "Mme. Dauvray's motor-car has been found," he cried. "Let us go!"
Dauvray's jewels," said Ricardo at once. "No, my friend," answered Hanaud. "That made them keep Mlle. Celie alive. It enabled us to save her when we had discovered the whereabouts of the gang. It did not help us very much to lay our hands upon them. No; the little accident which happened was the entrance of our friend Perrichet into the garden while the murderers were still in the room.
"Mlle. Celie sets a guard about Mme. Dauvray. She will not give to people the opportunity to find madame generous." "Oh," said Wethermill slowly. "Is that so?" And he turned and walked by Helene Vauquier's side. "Never speak of Mme. Dauvray's wealth, monsieur, if you would keep the favour of Mlle. Celie. She is young, but she knows her world."
"This is black soil moist from last night's rain soil like the soil in front of Mme. Dauvray's salon. Look, here is even a blade or two of the grass"; and he turned the mould over in the palm of his hand. Then he took an empty envelope from his pocket and poured the soil into it and gummed the flap down. He stood and frowned at the motor-car. "Listen," he said, "how I am puzzled!
Dauvray's left hand, Helene?" "Yes, madame," answered the maid. "And I have her right hand. Now give me yours, and thus we are in a circle about the table." Celia, in her mind, could see them sitting about the round table in the darkness, Mme. Dauvray between the two women, securely held by them. And she herself could not utter a cry could not move a muscle to help her.
She had seen that it was from the denizens of the dull streets in these towns that the quack religions won their recruits. Mme. Dauvray's life had been a featureless sort of affair until these experiments had come to colour it. Madame Dauvray must at any rate preserve the memory of that colour. "No," she said boldly; "I am not afraid," and after that she moved no more.
In company with them we will inspect the villa. Except for the removal of Mme. Dauvray's body from the salon to her bedroom and the opening of the windows, the house remains exactly as it was." "We may come with you?" cried Harry Wethermill eagerly. "Yes, on one condition that you ask no questions, and answer none unless I put them to you. Listen, watch, examine but no interruptions!"
"That is my coat, monsieur," said Servettaz, and as he spoke he lifted it up from the chauffeur's seat. "It is Mme. Dauvray's livery." Harry Wethermill groaned aloud. "We have lost him. He was within our grasp he, the murderer! and he was allowed to go!" Perrichet's grief was pitiable. "Monsieur," he pleaded, "a car slackens its speed and goes on again it is not so unusual a thing.
Besides, here" and putting his hand into the safe he drew out a paper "here is the list of Mme. Dauvray's jewellery." Plainly, however, Hanaud was not satisfied. He took the list and glanced through the items. But his thoughts were not concerned with it. "If that is so," he said slowly, "Mme Dauvray kept her jewels in this safe, why has every drawer been ransacked, why was the bed moved?
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