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Updated: May 4, 2025
And this is what we read: This explanation is written to clear up any misunderstanding or doubt, that may arise after my death, over the stone called the Paternoster Ruby. In June, 1884, I learned that Alfred Fluette was trying to buy it from the Paternostros. I at once determined that he should not have the stone if money could prevent it. So I too became a bidder.
It was satisfying to know that another than myself was distrustful of the erstwhile secretary; but as for watching him well, I knew that he was being subjected to a constant espionage that left nothing to be desired. It was, doubtless, the emphasis which Maillot had laid upon Burke's secret visits to Fluette that engaged my interest. I would have liked very much to know what they portended.
I ejaculated at last, with an attempt at making light of the matter and at including Miss Cooper and Miss Fluette as recipients of my apology. "If you 'll only lose sight of the man in the instrument, you 'll forgive the liberty, Maillot. "You may go; but let me tell you" I eyed them all seriously "prepare for a grilling at the inquest.
He strode stolidly along, close behind them, looking into the shop windows and apparently not noticing the two men at all. Yet I knew that he was talking to them. I could tell by the surprised way with which both Fluette and Burke swung round and stared at him. I quickened my steps. Yes, the Oriental was talking, and talking volubly.
De Breen, the hospital secretary, and myself, together with the otherwise complete case I had, was sufficient of course to open the prison doors for Royal Maillot. It should also have lifted the cloud from Alfred Fluette; but, alas! it did not.
Notwithstanding his pretence of humorous indifference, there was a question in his tone, and he peered at me a bit anxiously. I grinned. "I don't know," I said. "I won't take any chances on being dumped into a snow-drift." "Rot! You know I could n't if I wanted to." "Mr. Fluette could have helped you, Maillot." I looked at him narrowly.
"Our engagement, though, has never met the approval of Belle's father. But that fails to express it: he has been actively opposed to me from the very start. We had the support of Mrs. Fluette, however, and so remained hopeful until one week ago to-night."
I was trying to find it, when when somebody came in." "One of the Japanese," I supplied. "They 're not Japanese," he corrected, with a provoking air of superior knowledge. "They are Burmese." "Whatever they are, you have been playing them and Fluette against each other. Burke, I suppose you can't help lying; it comes easier for you than telling the truth.
I could get out from under without it costing me a cent, and still make Fluette and the world believe that I had bought the ruby. "Nice thing for the Paternostros," says I, "when all this comes out." Cristofano turned green. He begged me not to tell. He promised me the pick of his gems if I 'd only keep the secret. I looked at him pretty sour. "Very well," says I at last.
He proceeded to the north-east angle of the balustrade, where he crouched around the corner and followed through the balusters the uncertain issues of the fight. Now was the time for him to act. He was armed with a black-jack a ball of lead wrapped in leather and with a short, flexible leather handle and just as Fluette grabbed up the iron candle-stick he plunged forward.
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