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On the sixth floor she knocked as Hyde had done, and was admitted much as he had been. There was no disguise about her, however, and she sent in her name as "Mrs. Wilders, just arrived from England, and most anxious to see Mr. Hobson." "You, Cyprienne!" said the man we know, who answered to the names of both Hobson and Ledantec. "In Paris! This was quite unnecessary. I am arranging everything.
She no longer counted on much assistance from Ledantec, nor, indeed, had she much belief in him now; but she yet hoped he might help her to obtain revenge. Whatever it cost her, Rupert Gascoigne must pay the penalty of thwarting her when she seemed on the very threshold of success.
If he knew Rupert Gascoigne, he may, too, have known Ledantec. I will not meet him." "Who is the coward now?" "I do not choose to run unnecessary risks. But I will help you to this extent. See the man, if you must see him, in the double drawing-room. I will be within call." "And earshot? I understand." "Well, what can I overhear about you, at least that I do not know already?
From that moment I remember nothing more until what follows, and which had the effect of a clap of thunder on me, and made me rise up from the bottom of the depth to which I had descended. Ledantec was standing in front of me, his face convulsed with horror, his hair standing on end and his eyes staring out of his head, and he shouted to me: "Let us escape! Let us escape!"
"Shall I tell you a little of your early history? How you eloped from Gibraltar, where your father was Vice-Consul; how you came to Paris with your lover; your marriage, your life, your desertion of your husband, your association with Ledantec, your second marriage, your plots against Milord Essendine and his family, your murder " "It is a lie!" she interrupted him, hastily.
The confession made by Ledantec and the evidence of other witnesses so amply attested the innocence of the M. Gascoigne accused of the Tinplate Street murder that his release followed as a matter of course.
Mr. Hobson, alias Ledantec, had listened attentively to this friendly message as it was interpreted to him bit by bit, but without betraying the slightest concern. Suddenly he changed his demeanour. "Ecoutez-moi!" he cried in excellent French, looking up and darting a fierce look at the man in front of him. "Listen! You have played a bold game and lost it.
She joined you when you fled from the gambling-den in Tinplate Street, and shared your flight from Paris. She was with you in St. Petersburg till you separated after a violent quarrel " "The blame was hers," interrupted Ledantec. "Possibly, but you were equally to blame. In any case she left you to shift for herself.
"But I shall be sent to the galleys; to Toulon or Brest. Life as a French galley-slave is worse than death." "You will not think so when the alternative is put before you," said the judge, dryly; "and my advice to you is to make a full confession." Ledantec shook his head, but it was with far less assurance than he had shown at the beginning of his examination.
How could you know of the crime unless you had a hand in it?" "I saw it committed. I tried my best to save the Baron, but Ledantec stabbed him before I could interpose." "An ingenious attempt to shift the guilt; but it will not serve. We know better." "I am prepared to swear it was Ledantec. Why should I attack the Baron? I owed him no grudge." "Why? I will tell you.
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