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But if Hauteville had to take the name of a Tancreding, Robert was the obvious one to choose, and his surname of the Wiscard was the most distinctive name that the family could show.
The Duke, who rather dreaded an interview, wrote in return that he intended very shortly to visit Yorkshire, when he should have the pleasure of availing himself of the kind invitation to Castle Dacre; and having thus, as he thought, dexterously got rid of the old gentleman for the present, he took a ride with Lady Caroline St. Maurice. The Duke Visits Hauteville
"His commission was revoked this morning by order of the Minister of Justice." "Judge Hauteville discharged!" murmured Tignol, in bewilderment. Coquenil nodded and then added sorrowfully: "And you, too, my poor friend. Everyone who has had anything to do with this case, from the highest to the lowest, will suffer.
Unless you admit within that time what is perfectly evident, namely, that you were this man's mistress, I shall continue the reading of these letters before your husband." "You're taking a cowardly advantage of a woman!" she burst out. "No," answered Hauteville sternly. "I am investigating a cowardly murder." He glanced at his watch. "Four minutes!"
"Marvelous!" muttered Hauteville. "I had a small searchlight lantern to help me. That was one of the things I took from my desk," he added to Pougeot. "And these pieces of leather with the name and address, you have them?" continued the chief. "I have them." "With you?" "Yes." "May I see them?" "Certainly. If you will promise to respect them as my personal property?" Simon hesitated.
A moment later M. Paul entered the judge's private room, and the latter, rising from his desk, came forward with a look of genuine friendliness and concern. "My dear Coquenil," exclaimed Hauteville, with cordial hand extended. "I'm glad to see you but you must prepare for bad news." Coquenil eyed him steadily. "I see, they have taken me off this case." The judge nodded gravely.
Amaury of Hauteville, cousin of Ganelon, and now head of the wicked branch of the house of Maganza, was the secret partisan of Charlot, whom he resembled in his loose morals and bad dispositions. Amaury nourished the most bitter resentment against the house of Guienne, of which the former Duke, Sevinus, had often rebuked his misdeeds.
"It is a night attack," Captain Barclay said; "and judging by the sound, they are in earnest. I can hear musketry, as well as artillery." As they listened, it came nearer. "They have taken Daix and Hauteville," Ralph said. "What shall we do, papa? We can't stay here, quiet. It is our plain duty to go down, and report ourselves to General Pelissier."
I will see the préfet de police about it in the morning." But the other demurred. "I ask you to see him to-night. It's ten minutes to his house in an automobile. I'll wait here." The chief smiled. "You're in a hurry, aren't you? Well, so are we. Will you come with me, Hauteville?" "If you like." "And I'll go, if you don't mind," put in the commissary. "I may have some influence with the préfet."
His face was deathly white, his eyes were staring. "We've got him going now," muttered Coquenil. "Sit down!" ordered the judge. "You can stop this examination very easily by telling the truth." The prisoner dropped back weakly on his chair and sat with eyes closed and head fallen forward. He did not speak. "Do you hear, Groener?" continued Hauteville.
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