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"Then there is an artist the artist of whom you talk who is one of the apaches! It is unbelievable!" At the word apaches the girl turned on him with teeth bared as though in a snarl. But at the sound of Rufin's voice she subsided. "What is his name quickly?" he demanded. "Giaconi," she answered. Rufin looked his question at the little official, who turned to the girl.
"I am eager to serve you, Monsieur Rufin. When the date is fixed I will write you a permission. You three shall have an interview; it should be a memorable one." "We three?" Rufin waited for an explanation. "Exactly. You two great artists, Monsieur Rufin and Monsieur Giaconi, and also the murderer, Peter the Lucky."
Rufin saw them salute him, and removed his hat. Somebody was speaking. "Regret we cannot leave you alone, but " "It does not matter," said Rufin. The room was raw and aching with light; the big electrics were pitiless. In the middle of it a man sat on a chair and raised expectant eyes at his arrival. It was Giaconi, the painter, the murderer.
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