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It is known all over the district and gives its name to the manor." "So you really believe ...?" "I repeat what I said. Before the snowfall, a single arrival, Mathias, and a single departure, the stranger." "And Madame de Gorne? Was she too killed and thrown down the well like her husband?" "No, carried off." "Carried off?" "Remember that her bedroom was broken down with a hammer."
"There are the objections to come," said Renine. "Wait till you hear them. They are very serious. There's one in particular...." The deputy-procurator stated it at once: "And what became of M. de Gorne in all this?" "Mathias de Gorne?" asked Jerome. "Yes. You have related, with an accent of great sincerity, a series of facts which I am quite willing to admit.
"Monsieur," said the deputy, interrupting him, "you are saying something as Madame de Gorne, for that matter, did just now which is manifestly opposed to the truth. Mathias de Gorne did not come home last night until eleven o'clock. We have two definite proofs of this: his father's evidence and the prints of his feet in the snow, which fell from a quarter past nine o'clock to eleven." "Mr.
Nothing was changed between us, except one thing: instead of awaiting his good pleasure, I had at once seized the precious pledge which I coveted. What I feared, therefore, was not so much any subsequent attack on the part of Mathias de Gorne, but rather the indignant reproaches of his wife.
I should not have known that Mathias de Gorne was not the least bit drunk. Now that's the key to the riddle. When we know that, we know the solution." The deputy found himself in a rather ridiculous position. Since he had failed to take the necessary precautions to ensure the secrecy of his enquiry, it was difficult for him to take any steps against this interloper.
"Come, come, sergeant! You yourself declare that there was only one departure, the stranger's." "Stoop down. Look at the man's footprints. See how they sink into the snow, until they actually touch the ground. Those are the footprints of a man, laden with a heavy burden. The stranger was carrying Madame de Gorne on his shoulder." "Then there's an outlet this way?"
The first time I met her, I conceived the greatest sympathy and admiration for her. But my affection has always been directed by the sole thought of her happiness. I love her, but I respect her even more. Madame de Gorne must have told you and I tell you again that she and I exchanged our first few words last night."
I therefore ask you to tell me the exact truth." "Mr. Deputy," replied Jerome, "the charges in question trouble me very little. The truth for which you are asking will defeat all the lies which chance has accumulated against me. It is this." He reflected for an instant and then, in clear, frank tones, said: "I love Madame de Gorne.
During the evening Dan worked hard at a message which he was to leave for his parents, feeling obliged to take every precaution lest they should see what he was about; and after the most painful efforts he succeeded in printing this note: CRIP & ME HAVE GORNE TO UNKLE ROBERTS TO GET HIM TO COME UP HERE TO KOAX YOU NOT TO KILL CRIP. WE WILL COME RIGHT BACK. DANIEL K. HARDY.
Stepping backwards in the direction of the window, he said: "If I want to get to that window, I can of course walk straight up to it; but I can just as easily turn my back to it and walk that way. In either case I reach my goal." And he at once proceeded in a vigorous tone: "Here's the gist of it all. At half-past eight, before the snow fell, M. de Gorne comes home from his father's house.
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