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Fluette was soon overwhelmed, and today he and his crowd would be holding a melancholy wake over the corpse. This, however, is not a story of stupendous battles in the arena of Commerce.
As for myself, I couldn't carry the news fast enough to Maillot and to Mr. Fluette, and to Belle and Genevieve. My enthusiasm met its first damper when the cell door swung open, and the young fellow walked out a free man. It is true that his gratitude was immeasurable; he could find no words to express it, and he wrung my hand until strong man that I am I had to tear away from him.
I got a grip on myself, though, and Stodger was sent flying to fetch Miss Fluette. She came quickly enough, wondering and alarmed; and when she beheld me holding her cousin, would have snatched her from me with what biting words I can only imagine.
When I considered his special knowledge of the subject in general, and of the Paternoster ruby in particular, I was astounded at his obtuseness. Later, I was no less astounded at my own. "Is it possible, Mr. Fluette," I went on, with an enthusiasm which he did not in the least share, "that it never occurred to you what Burke's game might be?
Maillot proceed," I now said. "It is not fair to him to fail at this stage to hear all that he has to say, providing he really desires to continue. I want to ask one question, though, before you proceed." "Well?" I glanced meaningly at Miss Fluette. "Considering all the circumstances, can you confide in me with propriety just now?"
Then she found the strength to carry her on to the end of her revulsive errand. I went direct to the study, and waited. Fluette came in hastily, his manner wild, his face white and haggard. Genevieve, distressed and heart-broken, followed close behind him. She closed the door. The man began speaking at once, incoherently, in a harsh, strident whisper that signified constricted throat muscles.
Between the instant he started to follow Fluette down-stairs and the time he stood rapping at Maillot's door, he had consumed much less than a minute. Some time later he thought of the Burmese, but when he looked into his room it was empty. The open back door accounted for their absence.
When I departed from Alfred Fluette and I did that very thing; walked deliberately away from him, leaving him hopeful in the midst of his household my heart was exultant, although I had in contemplation a task that might have dismayed Hercules. But sometimes, usually when we are least expecting it, or when we are getting our affairs into too much of a muddle.
"It was an inspiration that made me press the ruby into the soap; I could n't have found a better hiding-place if I had searched the house over." I was no longer heeding him. The last doubt had been removed. After all, then, Alfred Fluette was the guilty man. My heart ached for the three women upon whom the blow would fall the hardest. The tangle was unravelling in accord with my theory.
Fluette with an enthusiasm decidedly tempered, and so I was not as disappointed as I might have been. My good news seemed to produce not the slightest effect upon him. He appeared to have aged twenty years; and from that day until his death, which occurred only four months later, he remained melancholy and without interest in anything whatever.
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