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And immediately he changed the subject. "You'll have a cup of tea with me, won't you? I've asked Melanie to bring it in. Then we can talk comfortably. By the way, you haven't told me your name." "My name is Alice Groener," she answered simply. "Groener," he reflected. "That isn't a French name?" "No, my family lived in Belgium, but I have only a cousin left. He is a wood carver, in Brussels.
Up to the very hour of luncheon M. Paul doubted whether the wood carver would keep his appointment at the Bonnetons'. Why should he take such a risk? Why walk deliberately into a trap that he must suspect? His precautions were taken, and if Groener came within his clutches to-day, he would have a lively time getting out of them.
"Now, Groener," resumed the magistrate after the shrimp had withdrawn, "why were you walking along this hotel balcony on the night of July 4th?" "I wasn't," answered the prisoner coolly. "The photographer positively identifies you." "He's mistaken, I wasn't there." "Ah," smiled Hauteville, with irritating affability. "You'll need a better defense than that."
"Not at all," contradicted Groener, "I made the changes because every word has many associations and I followed the first one that came into my head. When we went through the list a second time I did not remember or try to remember the answers I had given the first time."
But the prisoner remained impassive. "Did you expect to see this man here?" the magistrate asked her. "Oh, no," she shivered. "No one had told you you might see him?" "No one." The judge turned to Coquenil. "You did not prepare her for this meeting in any way?" "No," said M. Paul. "What is your name?" said Hauteville to the girl. "Alice Groener," she answered simply. "And this man's name?"
"Groener, you say that we have not yet shown you guilty of any crime. Be patient and we will overcome that objection. Where were you about midnight on the night of the 4th of July?" "I can't say offhand," answered the other. "Try to remember." "Why should I?" "You refuse? Then I will stimulate your memory," and again he touched the bell.
"And the lady?" sneered Mother Bonneton. "Do you mean to tell us you haven't had anything to do with her for six months?" "I haven't even seen her," he declared, "for more than six months." "A likely story! Besides, what we know is enough. I shall write M. Groener to-night and tell him the facts. Meantime " She rose and pointed to the door.
Papa Bonneton nearly choked over his demi tasse as he listened to this plea, but the wood carver took it seriously. "I'll help you with pleasure," he said; "I'll take you around with me to several shops to-morrow." "To-morrow, not to-day?" asked Matthieu, apparently disappointed. "To-day," smiled Groener, "I enjoy myself. This afternoon I escort my pretty cousin to hear some music.
"And is that all?" asked Groener, in evident relief. "No, there is also the time taken in choosing a word.
It's true the system is quite recently devised, it hasn't been thoroughly tested, but so far we have had wonderful results and it's just the thing for your case." Groener was listening carefully. "Why?" "Because, if you are guilty, we shall know it, and can go on confidently looking for certain links now missing in the chain of evidence against you.
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