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They have not given me their names." "What is the lady's appearance?" "Monsieur the Professor," replied the hostess demurely, "she is not beautiful." "But what is she?" demanded Keredec impatiently; and it could be seen that he was striving to control a rising agitation. "Is she blonde? Is she brunette? Is she young? Is she old? Is she French, English, Spanish "
Professor Keredec turned toward me with a half-desperate, half- apologetic laugh which was like the rumbling of heavy wagons over a block pavement; and in his flustered face I thought I read a signal of genuine distress. "I do not know the lady," I said with some sharpness. "I have never seen her until this afternoon." Upon this "that other monsieur" astonished me in good earnest.
My cousin is not going into the mire again; she shall be freed of it for ever: I speak as her relative now, the representative of her family and of those who care for her happiness and good. Now she SHALL make the separation definite and LEGAL! And let Professor Keredec get his 'poor boy' out of the country. Let him do it quickly!
But the volume took its little revenge upon me, for it increased my curiosity about Professor Keredec and "that other monsieur." Why were two grown men one an eminent psychologist and the other a gray-haired youth with a singular air carrying about on their walks a text-book for the instruction of boys of thirteen or fourteen? The next day that curiosity of mine was piqued in earnest.
It was an eagerness to understand, not to interrupt. These were our evenings. In the afternoons the two went for their walk as usual, though now they did not plunge out of sight of the main road with the noticeable haste which Amedee had described. As time pressed, I perceived the caution of Keredec visibly slackening.
The spy was Professor Keredec. But why should he study me so slyly and yet so obviously? I had no intention of intruding upon him. Nor was I a psychological "specimen," though I began to suspect that "that other monsieur" WAS. I had been painting in various parts of the forest, studying the early morning along the eastern fringe and moving deeper in as the day advanced.
"Who is the great man, Amedee?" "Ah! A distinguished professor of science. Truly." "What science?" "I do not know. But he is a member of the Institute. Monsieur must have heard of that great Professor Keredec?" "The name is known. Who is the other?" "A friend of his. I do not know. All the upper floor of the east wing they have taken the Grande Suite those two and their valet-de-chambre.
"Have they come to seek out monsieur and disturb him? Have they done anything whatever to show that they have heard monsieur is here?" "No, certainly they haven't," I was obliged to retract at once. "I beg your pardon, Amedee." "Ah, monsieur!" "All the same," he pursued, "it seems very mysterious this Keredec affair!"
"Oh, by God!" he cried, starting to his feet; "I SHOULD like to meet Professor Keredec!" "I am at your service, my dear sir," said a deep voice from the veranda. And opening the door, the professor walked into the room. He looked old and tired and sad; it was plain that he expected attack and equally plain that he would meet it with fanatic serenity.
"Professor Keredec," I returned, with asperity, "I have no idea how you came to conceive such a preposterous scheme, but I agree heartily that the word for it is madness. In the first place, I must tell you that her name is not even d'Armand " "My dear sir, I know. It was the mistake of that absurd Amedee. She is Mrs. Harman." "You knew it?" I cried, hopelessly confused.
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