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Miss Belle seemed to glory in it; to accept his unspoken professions of devotion with a joyous sort of triumph which crowned her haughty beauty with the shining mien of a conqueror. I thought of Mr. Fluette, financier, speculator, man of affairs that he was, and concluded that I did not at all envy him his self-imposed task of keeping asunder these two lovers.
"And then?" "Well, then why, I must have lost my head. I started for my room, but the old man commanded me to stop, and I stopped. Fluette heard him and came into the hall to learn what was the matter. "After that the old man walked right up to me and held out his hand for the box and the bundle of letters; but before I had time to give them to him, Fluette rushed in between us.
"Take this little box to Fluette," were the words with which his uncle charged him; "show him the contents, but" and here Maillot said the old gentleman probed him through and through with a look "on no account allow the ruby to go out of your possession not even for the briefest instant. Whatever else he may be, Alfred Fluette is no fool.
Fluette, confident that he was within a step of securing the stone, blamed me with being the cause of his disappointment." The fellow's demeanor angered me beyond endurance. "Burke," I cried heatedly, "do you think you can make me believe that a man of Alfred Fluette's calibre would purchase the Paternoster ruby from you, knowing that it was not yours to sell? Bah!" I was filled with disgust.
It is sufficient simply to record now the point brought out, to supplement it with certain details acquired from Burke, and to state that it had a vital bearing upon the outcome of the case. When Mr. Fluette struck the blow with the candlestick he was standing at the angle of the balustrade nearest the rooms which Burke and Maillot were occupying. Mr.
She was very gracious, in a quiet, reserved way, and the expression of her blue eyes was so congenial that I caught myself more than once attempting to steal a glimpse of her countenance without her observing me, only to be disconcerted by a candid and not at all shy regard. "Can we not go at once, Royal?" queried Miss Fluette, doubtfully. "It is dreadfully warm and stuffy in here.
"This is killing me!" she moaned. "Oh, it is! it is! I can't stand it much longer." "Courage, Miss Fluette," I undertoned assuasively. "Everything is working for the best, believe me." Ah, but was it? I could not say the words with much assurance. They drove away, two sad, harassed women.
One gathers the idea, after reading it all, that his rage was that of a cave-man who returns from the day's hunt to find that his home in the hillside cliff has been despoiled. One thing stands out clear and unmistakable; from that hour his life was embittered, his character warped with the shattering of his ideals. He registered a solemn vow of vengeance against Alfred Fluette, then disappeared.
Such were the respective positions of the two men at the instant the candlestick was snatched from the floor. Immediately after the blow was struck both Burke and Fluette were thrown into a panic. The latter at once ran wildly down the front stairs, stumbling over the body on the landing, and out at the front door and away.
I continued, warming with the subject. Mr. Fluette, there 's nothing extraordinary in Maillot's story of his Tuesday night adventure except our stupidity in comprehending its real significance. Maillot and Miss Belle once married, then the young man in complete innocence, to be sure would have handed you, not the ruby, but the replica."
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