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The third finger of Maillot's left hand was adorned with a modest signet ring, while the private secretary's abnormally long, bloodless digits bore no sign that they had ever been encircled by any ring at all.
The leather jewel-box shabby, according to Maillot's description, and plainly showing the marks of age was at last closed, and shortly the young man was shown to his room by Mr. Maillot declared that, ascribing the circumstance to reaction from the evening's powerful excitement, he almost immediately sank into a deep sleep.
Neither Maillot's room nor Burke's revealed anything of much consequence. In the former I noted the open wardrobe door, and, owing to its position relative to the bed, was obliged to admit the likelihood of Maillot's accident. In the other room, in a small leather satchel, were the papers by which Burke accounted for his presence. They were of no interest to me. I turned them over to Mr.
Between the instant he started to follow Fluette down-stairs and the time he stood rapping at Maillot's door, he had consumed much less than a minute. Some time later he thought of the Burmese, but when he looked into his room it was empty. The open back door accounted for their absence.
In some manner the étagère is knocked forward against the balustrade; the thief is alarmed, although some door must have closed behind him. And now the old gentleman is facing no longer a thief merely, but a man with murder in his heart. Which door had it been: Maillot's, or Burke's, or yet some other door? Not yet. Some words certainly pass.
Burke had already informed me that after he made fast the front door he ran back to the rear stairs he was afraid to pass again the body on the landing where he observed the rear door wide-open. This he also closed and locked, then hurried up to the second floor, being governed by only one idea to secure, as quickly as he possibly could, Maillot's companionship.
"It will try your strength to the utmost," said I. "What with Mr. Maillot's injured eye, coupled with the struggle preceding the fight and Burke's inability to have delivered the death-blow himself, you must anticipate the worst." "Royal may have to go to jail?" she interrupted, in a troubled voice. "It's not unlikely.
Knowing how bitterly opposed he had been to Maillot's attentions to Miss Belle, what was I to think? Did the manner in which the shock had prostrated her had literally felled her to the floor open his eyes to the depth of their attachment, and at the same time touch his heart with pity?
Maillot's hands closed spasmodically; his teeth clicked together; and he slewed round like a released spring. Next instant, had it not been for the intervening stairs and Stodger's and my quick interposition of our bodies between the two men, matters certainly would have gone hard with the private secretary.
Maillot's eagerness and impatience were so intense that he had been unable to restrain himself when the old gentleman lapsed most vexatiously into a revery. "Well?" Maillot had urged. "Marry the girl. Then give Fluette the Paternoster ruby. Bring your wife to me for after all is said and done, Royal, I 'm a lonely old man.
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