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Updated: June 25, 2025
Any one with a pack of cards and some nonsense about a dangerous woman with black hair or a man with a limp Monsieur knows the stories they string together in dimly lighted rooms to deceive the credulous any one could make a harvest out of madame's superstitions. But monsieur knows the type." "Indeed I do," said Hanaud, with a laugh.
"You understand why I thank you so very much?" "Yes," said Hanaud. "But, mademoiselle" and he bent over the car and spoke to her quietly, holding her hand "there is ALWAYS a big Newfoundland dog in the worst of troubles if only you will look for him. I tell you so I, who belong to the Surete in Paris. Do not lose heart!" And in his mind he added: "God forgive me for the lie."
But Ricardo was none the less sensible of the raillery behind the solemn manner. He flushed and made no answer. "Still," continued Hanaud, "here are undoubtedly some questions. Let us consider them! Who was the man who took a part in the crime? Ah, if we only knew that, what a lot of trouble we should save ourselves! Who was the woman? What a good thing it would be to know that too!
The gay lights of the shops and the restaurants were left behind, the cool darkness enveloped them; a light breeze blew over the lake, a trail of white and tumbled water lengthened out behind and overhead, in a sky of deepest blue, the bright stars shone like gold. "If only we are in time!" said Hanaud, catching his breath.
"What have you done?" Hanaud's face flushed. He had been guilty of a clumsiness even he. Mr. Ricardo took up the tale. "Yes," he exclaimed, "what have you done?" Hanaud looked at Ricardo in amazement at his audacity. "Well, what have I done?" he asked. "Come! tell me!" "You have destroyed a clue," replied Ricardo impressively. The deepest dejection at once overspread Hanaud's burly face.
"Certainly not," said the Commissaire. "After all, life is not so easy." "Thus, then, the seances began," said Hanaud, leaning forward with a keen interest. "This is a strange and curious story you are telling me, Mlle. Vauquier. Now, how were they conducted? How did you assist? What did Mlle. Celie do?
"I will leave Durette behind," said Hanaud. "I am needed at Aix. We will make a formal application for the prisoners." He was kneeling by Celia's side and awkwardly dabbing her forehead with a wet handkerchief. He raised a warning hand. Celia Harland moved and opened her eyes.
When Celia was aroused she found that the car had stopped before the door of an hotel, and that a woman in the dress of a nurse was standing in the doorway. "You can trust Marie," said Hanaud. And Celia turned as she stood upon the ground and gave her hands to the two men. "Thank you! Thank you both!" she said in a trembling voice. She looked at Hanaud and nodded her head.
"Ah, yes!" Hanaud agreed. "But it was only sent off at a quarter to one. It was delivered to Wethermill and a copy was sent to the Prefecture, but the telegram was delivered first." "When was it delivered to Wethermill?" asked Ricardo. "At three. We had already left for the station. Wethermill was sitting on the verandah. The telegram was brought to him there.
Ah! she understood! They meant to give her a dose of morphia, and, as soon as she became unconscious, they were going perhaps to take some terrible precaution " Hanaud paused for a second. "I only say perhaps as to that. But certainly they were going to sew her up in that sack, row her well out across the lake, fix a weight to her feet, and drop her quietly overboard.
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