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Monsieur de Grissac and myself will have the honor to present to you, Monsieur Duvall, and to your charming bride, some tokens of our gratitude and esteem. After that go enjoy your happiness. You have earned it." He glanced at his watch. "Madame, you are fatigued. You need rest sleep.
Within an hour they had been joined by Monsieur de Grissac and were all seated about Monsieur Lefevre's hospitable board. Everyone was in jubilant spirits, and in the happiness of the moment all the suffering of the past week was forgotten.
In that case, its recovery will be vastly more difficult." Duvall saw that Monsieur de Grissac was not being frank with him, and for a moment he was conscious of a deep sense of annoyance. Monsieur Lefevre had, heretofore, invariably taken him into his confidence. He controlled his feelings, however, and appeared to be satisfied with the Ambassador's explanations.
But I assume, from what you say, that there might be other reasons; that it might have been taken by those who suspected that it had another value?" For a moment Monsieur de Grissac appeared confused. Then he waved his hand impatiently. "There are those," he said, "who seek to injure me. They know that I prized this thing highly. Their motive may have been not money, but revenge.
He'll be wanted in London for the murder of the man Noël." "Yes. That also is important." Dufrenne went into the adjoining room and stood looking at the sleeping barber. "But not so important as the return of the snuff box to Monsieur de Grissac." Duvall followed him, and lifting one of Seltz's arms, let it drop suddenly. It fell to his side, lifeless. "He's sleeping like a log.
The two figures sat silent for several moments, no word passing between them, while Grace watched intently. Presently she heard the doctor speak. "It took you two years, it seems, to find out that Monsieur de Grissac uses snuff." The other nodded. "One year and ten months, to be exact." "And now," the doctor went on, angrily, "you trust everything to a stranger." "It is better so, is it not?
"At least," the Prefect remarked, mournfully, "he is not cowardly enough for that. Bring him here bring them both here at once. I must question them." Dufrenne turned to the door. "In a moment, monsieur, they will be before you." "What can it avail now?" said De Grissac, sadly. "We shall see. I never condemn a man without a hearing." As he spoke, Duvall and Grace came into the room.
He looked at Duvall, his face working convulsively. "You you are a sacré bleu! I cannot tell you what I think of you." "Monsieur de Grissac," asked Duvall, his face white, "had I destroyed the box, or even only the key, could you have read these documents yourself?" The Ambassador gazed at him, puzzled for a moment. "Certainly not, monsieur," he replied.
"Has he asked for anything?" "Nothing, monsieur. He has been quiet ever since six o'clock, when I took him his supper." "What was he doing when you entered?" "Writing, monsieur. He was sitting at the table, with a pen in his hand, and he looked up and told me to put the tray on the trunk. 'I shall ask you to take this letter to Monsieur de Grissac as soon as I have finished it, he said.
Monsieur de Grissac will discover his loss very quickly and will use every effort to prevent the box from falling into our hands. Gratz and the others would invite suspicion at once. The fellow they have chosen to handle the matter is unknown to the French police. He will attract no attention. The plan appears to be perfect." The doctor nodded slowly, chewing on his cigar.
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