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The former frank, honest expression in Adolph's eyes had given place to a look of cunning, that appealed to the instincts of a French police- officer. He thought something might come of this, and his instincts did not mislead him. Delore with great craftiness watched the door of the house in London, taking care that no one should suspect his purpose.
John Delore, and I promise very fair, if it don't perform all I say, I'll have nothing for my pains; and if any young master has debauched a servant, and after won't have her, let her give him a little of this liquor, and if he don't marry her, I'll have nothing for it; therefore, I promise very fair, no performance no pay. She was attended daily by the Rev. Mr.
Adolph Delore swore positively that Picard and his visitor were the same person, but the prisoner had no difficulty in proving that he was in a café two miles away at the time the visitor was in Delore's shop, while Adolph had to admit that the shop was rather dark when the conversation about the clockwork took place.
"Could you assist a poor countryman?" whined Delore. "I have no money." "Perhaps you could help me to get work. I don't know the language, but I am a good workman." "How can I help you to work? I have no work myself." "I would be willing to work for nothing, if I could get a place to sleep in and something to eat." "Why don't you steal? I would if I were hungry. What are you afraid of? Prison?
And the like with a man if his wife goes astray, it will make her that she will never desire no other man. This liquor is the study of a Jesuit, one Mr. Delore, and is sold by his nephew, Mr.
In a little narrow street off the broad Rue de Rennes, near the great terminus of Mont-Parnasse, stood the clock-making shop of the brothers Delore.
"Whom?" inquired the officer, not recognising his visitor. "Picard. I am Adolph Delore." "It was not Picard who committed the crime. He was in London at the time, and is there still." "Ah! He said he was in the north of Paris when he was with me in the south. He is a liar. He blew up the shop." "I quite believe he planned it, but the deed was done by another.
Picard was ably defended, and his advocate submitted that, even if he had been in the shop as stated by Delore, and had bargained as alleged for the mechanism, there was nothing criminal in that, unless the prosecution could show that he intended to put what he bought to improper uses. As well arrest a man who entered to buy a key for his watch.
I am his brother. I am Adolph Delore, who refused to make your infernal machine for you. I am much changed since then; but perhaps now you recognise me?" "I swear to God," cried Picard, "that I did not do it. I was in London at the time. I can prove it. There is no use in handing me over to the police, even though, perhaps, you think you can terrorise this poor wretch into lying against me."
I sometimes get scraps from the French restaurants, and I sleep where I can." "Well, I think I can do better than that for you. Come with me." Picard took Delore to his house, letting himself in with a latchkey. Nobody seemed to occupy the place but himself and Lamoine. He led the way to the top story, and opened a door that communicated with a room entirely bare of furniture.
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