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He turned to Dufrenne. "After what happened to-night," he said, significantly, "he feared to leave thinking that his going away would be an admission of his guilt." Again Dufrenne nodded. Monsieur Perrier looked at them with bulging eyes. "Guilt!" he exclaimed. "Has this fellow Seltz been doing anything he should not?" "Possibly," Duvall ejaculated, dryly.
"He is not guilty!" she cried. "It is I I! who have been false. I made him do it I made him do it. Go away, and tell the others what you please. I know that my husband has done his best." She fell to soothing him, kissing him upon his hot forehead, his burning cheeks. Dufrenne looked at Dr. Hartmann, who was regarding the scene before him with impatience.
There is one thing which is as important to me as the recovery of the snuff box could possibly be to Monsieur de Grissac, and that is, the safety of my wife." "Your wife?" Dufrenne stared at him in surprise. "Yes, monsieur, my wife. She is at present in Dr. Hartmann's house.
Seltz might still have the snuff box in his possession, and the man with the satchel be merely a harmless individual who used rice powder after shaving. He almost reproached himself for having wasted so much time, and hurried along through Piccadilly Circus, in a state of considerable perplexity. As he came up to the shop, he saw Dufrenne standing before the window, his eyes glued to the pane.
Dufrenne, who meanwhile had been making a careful examination of the dead valet's body, rose with a mystified expression upon his face. "There are no wounds upon the body at all, Monsieur Duvall," he said. "How can you account for this man's death?" Duvall stooped, and repeated the examination which his companion had just made. "You are right," he said. "The case is a most mysterious one."
"The box is in the room below," she cried, in a voice shaking with emotion. "Mon Dieu mon Dieu!" she heard Dufrenne gasp, as he started from the couch. "You have ruined us all." Hartmann and Mayer gazed at each other incredulously. "Impossible!" the former gasped. "Impossible!" Then he turned to Grace. "Girl, are you telling me the truth?" She nodded, bowing her head upon her hands.
He'll be wanted in London for the murder of the man Noël." "Yes. That also is important." Dufrenne went into the adjoining room and stood looking at the sleeping barber. "But not so important as the return of the snuff box to Monsieur de Grissac." Duvall followed him, and lifting one of Seltz's arms, let it drop suddenly. It fell to his side, lifeless. "He's sleeping like a log.
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