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But M. Jules Devaux had something startling to impart concerning the Countess. When asked if he had seen her or spoken to her, he shook his head. "No; she kept very much to herself," he said. "I saw her but little, hardly at all, except at Modane. She kept her own berth." "Where she received her own friends?" "Oh, beyond doubt. The Englishmen both visited her there, but not the Italian."
But it takes two to make a game of this sort, and the lady would not join. Neither on leaving the room nor on returning would she take up the missive." "And what became of it, then?" asked the detective in breathless excitement. "I have it here." M. Devaux opened the palm of his hand and displayed the scrap of paper in the hollow rolled up into a small tight ball.
His companion in the berth was a younger man, smaller, slighter, but of much the same stamp. His name was Jules Devaux, and he was a commission agent. His berth had been No. 15 in the same compartment, f. Both these Frenchmen gave their addresses with the names of many people to whom they were well known, and established at once a reputation for respectability which was greatly in their favour.
"The Italian? Are we to infer that she knew the Italian?" "That is what I wish to convey. Not on the journey, though. Between Rome and Paris she did not seem to know him. It was afterwards; this morning, in fact, that I came to the conclusion that there was some secret understanding between them." "Why do you say that, M. Devaux?" cried the detective, excitedly.
A long silence followed, broken first by the Judge, who said at last solemnly to Devaux: "Monsieur, in the name of justice I beg to thank you most warmly. You have acted with admirable tact and judgment, and have rendered us invaluable assistance. Have you anything further to tell us?" "No, gentlemen. That is all. And you you have no more questions to ask? Then I presume I may withdraw?"
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