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I should say yes! seeing that this assassination does not concern me, and I am guiltless of the crime with which I myself am charged. But you who were a friend to de Lorgnes know the facts, and nothing hinders your communicating them to the Préfecture.... Though I will confess it would be gracious of you to keep my name out of the affair."
Forestalling Athenais, Lanyard replied with a whimsical grimace: "Is one, then, so unfortunate as to have been forgotten by Madame la Comtesse de Lorgnes?" With any other woman than Athenais Reneaux he would have hesitated to deal so bold an offensive stroke; but his confidence in her quickness of apprehension and her unshakable self-possession was both implicit and well-placed.
But to-morrow both, and more than likely Liane as well, would be on the wing; or Lanyard had been sorely mistaken in seeing in her as badly frightened a woman as he had ever known, when she had learned of the assassination of de Lorgnes.
Without looking he was aware of a questioning gesture of the woman's head. He said no more, but shook his own. "What is this?" she asked sharply. "You know something about de Lorgnes?" "Had you not heard?" he countered, looking up in surprise. "Heard ?" He saw her eyes stabbed by fear, and knew himself justified of his surmises.
And purposely he delayed his answer till her patience gave way and she was clutching his arm with frantic hands. "What is the matter? Why do you look at me like that? Why don't you tell me if there is anything to tell ?" "I was hesitating to shock you, Liane." "Never mind me. What has happened to de Lorgnes?" "It is in all the evening newspapers the murder mystery of the Lyons rapide."
Though he waited till eleven of the following forenoon, there was no supplementary telegram: London evidently meant him to understand that the Surété in Paris had communicated nothing to the discredit of Monsieur le Comte de Lorgnes and his consort.
Thither Lanyard dutifully repaired; and wasted the rest of that evening, which he had thought would prove so amusing, watching Dupont and company watch de Lorgnes, to whom Dupont's barely dissembled interest plainly meant nothing at all, but whose mental anguish grew to be all but unbearable.
That his attempt upon the life of Liane Delorme within twenty-four hours of the murder of de Lorgnes indicated conviction on his part that the two were coupled in some enterprise inimical to his personal interests.
But not long ago, according to my information, Monsieur the Lone Wolf resigned from the British Secret Service and returned to France doubtless to resume his old practices." "Perhaps not," Duchemin suggested. "Possibly his reformation was genuine and lasting." The Comtesse de Lorgnes laughed that laugh of light derision which is almost exclusively the laugh of the Parisienne of a certain class.
"The duc, sire," continued Gaston, "was nearly where I stand: he was walking in the same direction as your majesty; M. de Lorgnes was exactly where your lieutenant of musketeers is; M. de Saint-Maline and his majesty's ordinaries were behind him and around him. It was here that he was struck."
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