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"Certainly, certainly," replied the Colonel. "I am not intimately acquainted with M. Deroulede, but since you stand sponsor, M. le Marquis..." "Oh!" rejoined the Marquis, lightly, "a mere matter of form, you know. M. Deroulede belongs to the entourage of Her Majesty. He is a man of honour. But I am not his sponsor. Marny is my friend, and if you prefer not to..."
And all all, let me tell you, due to my observing a few scientific laws regarding hygiene which you men never seem to have heard of." Malone now rose to his feet, pewter mug in hand, and swept his eye around the table. "Bedad, you're right, Joppy," he said with a wink at Marny "food's the ruination of us all; drink is what we want. On yer feet, gintlemen every mother's son of ye!
"Why, we thought you were getting fat, Joppy," burst out Marny at last. Up to this time his voice, like that of the others, seemed to have left him, so great was his surprise and anxiety.
There had been murder committed back there in that underground drug-dive, and of that murder Pinkie Bonn was innocent; but if Pinkie were found in possession of that money, and French Pete, to save his own skin from the consequences of a greater crime, admitted to its original theft, Pinkie would be convicted out of hand, for there were the others in that dive, who had come running along the passage, to testify that an attack had been made on the door of French Pete and Marny Day's room, and that the thieves and murderers had fled through the cellar and escaped.
The gilded youth was crowding round De Marny; a few older men stood in a group at the farther end of the room: to these the Marquis turned, and addressing one of them, an elderly man with a military bearing and a shabby brown coat: "Mon Colonel," he said, with another flourishing bow; "I am deputed by M. Deroulede to provide him with seconds for this affair of honour, may I call upon you to..."
This diversion effected a momentary silence among the crowd, and the Public Prosecutor was able to repeat his query: "Juliette Marny, have you anything to say in reply to the charge brought against you, and why the sentence which I have demanded should not be passed against you?"
It's just a couple of crooks that won't dare open their yaps to the bulls, 'cause what we're after 'll be what they'll have pinched themselves. See?" Shluker's face lost some of its belligerency, and in its place a dawning interest came. "What's that?" he demanded cautiously. "What crooks?" "French Pete an' Marny Day," said Pinkie and grinned. "Oh!" Shluker's eyebrows went up.
"You get your things together quick as you can, and wait here until I come back," and I turned abruptly and motioned to the turnkey to open the gate. In the office of the Chief of Police outside I found Marny talking to Sergeant Cram. He was waiting until I finished. It was all an old story with Marny every month a new batch came to Covington jail.
She stood in the doorway rigid as a statue. The little cortege went past her. No one saw her, for the landings in the Hotel de Marny are very wide, and Matthieu's lantern only threw a dim, flickering light upon the floor. The men stopped outside the Vicomte's room. Matthieu opened it, and then the five men disappeared within, with their heavy burden.
With one quick movement Juliette jerked herself free from the nurse's arms, and before Petronelle could prevent her, she had run out of the room, straight across the dark landing to a large panelled door opposite. The old Duc de Marny was sitting on the edge of his bed, with his long, thin legs dangling helplessly to the ground.
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