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"It may have been extinguished by Musard, who tried to stop the flow of blood while Mrs. Heredith was dying." "He would have mentioned it to you. It is my intention to ask him, but my own opinion is that we are faced with a different explanation." "What is that?" "The presence of another person in the room."
Musard thought the butler's discovery had some bearing on the crime." "He thought the murderer may have entered the house that way? Such a theory would suggest that one of the servants is implicated." "Yes; but I do not agree with Mr. Musard." "What is your own opinion?" "I think the key must have been left in the door by one of the servants perhaps some days ago.
But Tufnell was pouring out coffee and handing cigars with the slow deliberation of a man sufficiently old to have outlived any illusions about the value of time. Philip Heredith lit a cigarette. Musard waved away the cigar-box and produced a strong black cheroot from the crocodile-skin case. Colwyn declined a cigar, and his coffee remained untasted in front of him.
He surveyed the invalid, who was softening. Musard knew no more of pictures than a frame-maker; but that was a fact one did not mention in his presence. "Since Corot," sighed Musard, "I have seen few pictures which were en effet pictures." "You have great memories," agreed Rufin hastily. "But I have just seen a picture ah, but a picture, my friend!"
Mingled with them, however, are some others of a less austere nature Masked balls were the rage that year. They were given in all directions. I was only three-and-twenty, and thought them all delightful Just at that moment Chicard the famous Chicard shared the sceptre of the opera-balls with Musard, the chief of the orchestra.
"Is there no other way?" persisted Musard. "He is mad. He must have been possessed. You heard his story; his hallucinations were those of an insane person. He had some justification. He would never have committed this terrible deed of his own free will." Colwyn did not reply.
He was grateful to her for a tact which had not transgressed beyond the limits of unspoken thought during their brief interview, but he was more pleased with the fortuitous absence of Phil and Musard at that period of his investigations.
That plan was upset by Tufnell finding the door unlocked, and locking it again before his arrival. When he did arrive he found himself unable to get in." "Stop a moment," exclaimed Musard hoarsely. "This story goes too deep for me. Who is this man? Do you know him? Has he anything to do with the murder?" "Yes, I know him, and he has much to do with the murder," said the detective.
There she stayed while the rooms were searched, and was afterwards able to steal downstairs unobserved and gain the safety of her mother's apartments, where the revolver and the handkerchief were subsequently found." "This is a remarkable story," said Musard slowly. "Do the police believe it?" "They do not, but I have my reasons for thinking it true," responded Colwyn.
Shall we go upstairs again, Miss Heredith?" he added, turning to her. She turned on him a grateful glance for his tact and forbearance, and hastened to lead the way from the gun-room. The few words between Phil and Musard had not only brought sharply back to her all the past horror and agony of the murder, but had caused a poignant renewal of her apprehensions about her nephew's health.
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