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And right here let me say that at the moment I would have been hard put to it if suddenly called upon to define that effect. First of all, Maillot had shown that he was keenly sensible of the seriousness of his position, and in looking forward to the incredible story he would have to tell, had realized that its entire trend would mean self-incrimination.
"How do you know?" I asked. "By chance. A message came for my husband while we were at dinner. The servant gave it to me by mistake. My husband grabbed it quickly, but he was too late. I had read it." "You read it?" "Yes. It was something like this: `At nine o'clock this evening, be at Boulevard Maillot with the papers connected with the affair.
Jean Daspry that delightful, heedless Daspry who, six months later, was killed in such a tragic manner on the frontier of Morocco Jean Daspry and I returned on foot through the dark, warm night. When we arrived in front of the little house in which I had lived for a year at Neuilly, on the boulevard Maillot, he said to me: "Are you afraid?" "What an idea!"
The guard at the Maillot Gate would have stopped the party, but Roger, member of the Committee of Public Safety, armed with his papers and his tricolour scarf, overruled Robespierre's former orders, and the party mached out of the gate.
Coming as it did at such a juncture, when all present were hanging in suspense upon the words as they fell from the foreman's lips, it produced much the same effect as might have followed the explosion of a bomb in the company's midst. Miss Fluette gasped, and her face went as white as ashes. Maillot and Fluette were both instantly upon their feet, startled and tense.
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.
It's not loyalty that moves me to speak in Royal's behalf, although I would do much for him in any case. But Belle " She was stopped by a sudden accession of feeling, and I tried to inject into my demeanor the encouragement she quite plainly needed. "Before you go on," I quietly observed, "I will say that Mr. Maillot impressed me very favorably." "Yes," quickly; "I also perceived that.
Maillot at once warned me not to molest anything he 's a lawyer, I believe and we agreed that I should notify the police while he remained to guard the house." Such was Burke's story of the midnight tragedy.
And then, I could not attribute the freshly oiled hinges nor the rifled safe to Maillot. Consequently the next step was to turn to Burke: when I did so I was met only by a mental image of his inscrutable tawny eyes; the baffling, impassive visage which showed no mark of age. Well, Maillot did not have the ruby.
Had I been negligent in not arresting both Maillot and Burke? It seemed the simplest and most direct method of proceeding; it would be no difficult matter to fasten the crime on one or the other, or both of them; why should I go behind the few plain details which lay so invitingly before me?
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