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Morton, I am afraid you have been imposed upon. Wait where you are. I will join you at once." "Hurry, then, Mr. Duvall. If what you say is true, we do not know what may have happened." "I will be with you in fifteen minutes." The astonishing news given to him by Mrs. Morton filled Duvall with alarm.
But what does that mean?" She pointed to a candle which stood in a tin holder on the table. "Do you notice the spots of black wax on the candlestick?" Duvall took the candlestick up and looked at it.
"Speak!" he commanded. "We are wasting time." Before Grace could reply, Duvall turned to her. "I forbid you," he cried. "If you do this thing, I will never see you again as long as I live. You are destroying my honor. I refuse to let you do it. Stop!" The girl hesitated, and Hartmann swore a great oath. "Take her out of here, Mayer," he cried.
The Chevalier Duvall is the very soul of honor; and to accuse him how can I say it? of the crime of theft, is so preposterous that it would be ludicrous under any other circumstances.
He was scarcely able to contain his impatience as the detective slowly unwrapped the parcel, disclosing a small blue pasteboard box, on the cover of which, in black, appeared the words, "Poudre Perrier." In a moment Duvall had removed the lid, and plunged his finger into the box. As he did so, he uttered an exclamation of utter astonishment and disgust. The box contained nothing but rice powder.
The man felt carefully in his pocket, and presently drew out a small object done up in paper. "Yes, I have it. The price was to be twenty-five hundred francs." "That is correct," remarked the detective. "Give it to me." Seltz drew back his hand. "I want the money first, and I cannot deliver it to any one but Dr. Hartmann." "Dr. Hartmann is in the next room," said Duvall, with a pleasant smile.
Are you going to turn it over to me, or must I force you to do so?" Duvall listened to the doctor with an impassive face. "I know nothing about any snuff box," he returned, with a show of anger. "You are wasting your time, Dr. Hartmann. I have nothing more to say on the subject." He turned his back and gazed moodily out across the lawn. Hartmann regarded him with a scowl of anger.
They crossed to the other side of the building, and entered a small office. A bald-headed man sat at a littered desk. "Mr. Emmett," Baker said, "shake hands with Mr. Duvall. He is looking for a young woman in the finishing department. Miss Marcia Ford. Has she come in yet?" "No," replied the bald-headed man, gravely shaking hands. "She is not here this morning.
When Richard Duvall and his companion entered the house of the French Ambassador in London, it was evident that their arrival was expected.
Now you tell me that it could not have been placed from within. Then I can only say that someone must have entered the room, or at least managed to place the letter in the room, from outside." "That may be true, Mr. Duvall," remarked Mrs.
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