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You must remember that these fellows are all more or less criminals. Lalonde, I believe, is something of an exception, but the rest of them are at war with Society to the extent of enriching themselves at the expense of their wealthier neighbors on every possible occasion.
He glanced at Ruth with keen interest, at Arnold with a momentary curiosity. "What are you doing here?" Ruth demanded. "What right have you in this room?" The man did not answer her question. "I shall be glad," he said, "if you will come in and shut the door. If you are Miss Ruth Lalonde, I have a few questions to ask you." Arnold had a swift premonition of what had happened.
Lalonde was sufficiently curious to examine the flask and Crabbe's valise, but he retired satisfied that the guide had not been tampered with. Drunkenness and that alone had caused the present sad state of affairs. " the bitter language of the heart."
"Why, Lalonde," he added, looking up quickly, "was the name of the young lady whom you brought with you to Bourne End. An uncommon name, too." "Her uncle," Arnold declared; "the same man, beyond a doubt. The police tried to arrest him two days ago, and he escaped. You might have read of it in the paper. It was spoken of as an attempt to capture an anarchist.
Lalonde, however, was a person of strange and inaccessible habits. He hated all aristocrats, and he refused even to communicate with me. Speaking for myself, I was just as determined as Isaac Lalonde that Rosario should never conclude that loan. I told him so that night Starling and I together.
Arnold stood quite still for several moments. The shock seemed to have deprived him even of the power of speech. Sabatini watched him curiously. "Is it my fancy," he inquired, "or is the name familiar to you?" "The name is familiar," Arnold confessed. Sabatini, for a moment, appeared to be puzzled. "Lalonde," he repeated to himself.
"I have an order to remove some firearms and other articles," he announced. "Also, can you tell me where the young woman Ruth Lalonde is?" "She is in my room," Arnold replied. "She was too terrified to remain alone over there. You don't want her, do you?" he asked, anxiously. The man shook his head.
Fellows have gone out after iron for years right from here and they all thought they had it, but they didn't. There was Joe Lalonde and Pete Nanoosh and the rest of them. Same story over again. There's no iron here anyway. The country rock is wrong a mining engineer told me that." Fisette did not move nor did his expression change. His insides seemed on fire.
"I don't understand who you are or what you are doing here," Ruth declared, trembling in every limb. "My name is Inspector Grant," the man replied. "My business is with Isaac Lalonde, who I understand is your uncle." "What do you want with him?" she asked. The inspector made no direct reply. "There are a few questions," he said, "which it is my duty to put to you." "Questions?" she repeated.
"Isaac Lalonde," he called out, "you know who I am?" "I know who you are," they heard him growl, "Count Sabatini, Marquis de Lossa, Chevalier de St. Jerome, Knight of the Holy Roman Empire, aristocrat, blood-sucker of the people." Sabatini shrugged his shoulders slightly. "As to that," he answered firmly, "one may have opinions. My hand at least is free from bloodshed.
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