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"Won't any one else come with us?" Fenella shook her head. "I am going to talk to Miss Lalonde," she said. "After we have had an opportunity of witnessing your skill, Mr. Chetwode, we may trust ourselves another time. Au revoir!"
"You men never altogether understand," she replied. "Nothing requires a little artificial aid so much as nature. It is the piquancy of the contrast, you see. That is why the decorations of Watteau are the most wonderful in the world. He knew how to combine the purely, exquisitely artificial with the entirely simple. Now to break the news to Miss Lalonde!" Ruth turned a smiling face towards her.
"But where does Isaac Lalonde come in?" demanded Arnold. "Isaac Lalonde is the London secretary of the revolutionary party of the country of which I have been speaking. I think," he concluded, "that your intelligence will make the rest clear." Arnold struck the table on the edge of which he was sitting with the palm of his hand.
To anyone else, even to the Prefontaines, this would have signified nothing, but Lalonde was good at his business, and the discovery at least interested him; he could say nothing more.
"Quite a spirited number of questions," Sabatini remarked. "Well, to begin with, then, Rosario signed his death-warrant the moment he wrote his name across the parchment which guaranteed the loan. On the night when you first visited Pelham Lodge we heard the news. I believe that Lalonde and his friends would have killed him that night if they could have got at him.
"What there was to see, I certainly saw," returned M. Lalonde, with a careless glance of pity at the forlorn figure of Ringfield. "I not only saw, but I heard. I followed this gentleman from the Hotel Champlain as he followed our late acquaintance to this place. Permit me, monsieur, permit me, monsieur le curé, to testify if necessary that you are entirely guiltless of the death."
Weatherley came over and shook hands with her. "Pretty place, this, Miss Lalonde, isn't it?" he remarked. "It's a real nice change for business men like Mr. Chetwode and myself to get down here for an hour or two's quiet." "It is wonderfully beautiful," she answered. "It is so long since I was out of London that perhaps I appreciate it more, even, than either of you."
The inspector stood his ground but he did not advance. "Let me caution you, Isaac Lalonde," he said, "that the use of firearms by any one in your position is fatal. You can shoot me, if you like, and my assistant, but if you do you will certainly be hanged. It is my duty to arrest you and I am going to do it." Isaac's hand was still extended. This time he had lowered the muzzle of his pistol.
"He is on the lawn, talking to Miss Lalonde," Arnold replied. "I will go to them presently," she said. "In the meantime, you are to make yourself useful, if you please," she added, holding out the roses. "Take these into the house, will you, and give them to one of the women." He took them from her. "With pleasure! And then, if you will excuse us, "
"I have never seen one of them before. I never knew that they were in the place." "Nor I," Arnold echoed. "I have been a constant visitor here, too, and I have never seen firearms of any sort before." The inspector turned towards him. "Are you a friend of Isaac Lalonde?" he asked. "I am not," Arnold answered. "I am a friend of his niece here, Miss Ruth Lalonde.
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