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"No," I fenced with a bland, lying truth. "I saw two of our teamsters at the Halfway!" Dudley shook his head. "Not them I knew about them! But Dunn and Collins cleared out the day you left, and I thought " he broke off irrelevantly. "What the dickens possessed you to take Paulette with you that night? She might have been killed I heard you'd the dog's own trouble on the road!"
She was sorry and sinned no more," said the Notary's wife in querulous reprimand. "Well, Paulette does all that," said the stolid, dark-visaged groom. Filion Lacasse's ears pricked up. "How do you know she hasn't come back?" "Hasn't she, though! And with her child too last night." "Her child!" Madame Dauphin was scandalised and amazed. The groom nodded. "And doesn't care who knows it.
If Hutton had been hanging around La Chance, either from so-called love, or to get Paulette into a mess with our gold, as Dudley swore he had with Van Ruyne's emeralds, he could not have been seen about the mine, for Macartney would have recognized him and given him away.
I made Paulette sit down, and questioned her with a light heart. At first the little girl replied in monosyllables; but very soon the tables were turned, and it was I who interrupted with short interjections her long and confidential talk. The poor child leads a hard life.
Does this mean he killed Thompson, too?" "You can say Macartney's real name," I snapped bitterly. "I've known he was Dick Hutton ever since last night." But Paulette only gasped, as if she did not care whether I knew it or not, "Where how did you get these cards?" I told her, and she gave a queer low moan. "Dudley's dead, and I'm past crying."
So, unsuspected, they watched the strange antics of these animals, until suddenly the reports of a couple of guns rang out, and then up sprang both Mustagan and Paulette and dashed down to the foot of the tree, loudly calling to the rest of the party to quickly follow.
"I missed fire about getting you that night, thanks to that fool Wilbraham happening round with his car. But now I'll take all I did this whole business for and that's you, Paulette Valenka!" Paulette never took her eyes from him. "That's a lie," she said quite evenly. "Oh, not that you took the emeralds; I believe that. But it was not only to get me into trouble. It was for themselves!
She tried to read it was no use; she tried to spin-her fingers trembled; she sorted the letters in the office again, and rearranged every letter and parcel and paper in its little pigeonhole then did it all over again. She took out again the letter Paulette had dropped in the letter-box; it was addressed in the name of the man at Montreal.
Then, with an oratorical wave of his free hand: "The Church opens her arms to all even to her who sinned much because she loved much, who, through woful years, searched the world for her child and found it not hidden away, as it was, by the duplicity of sinful man" and so on through tangled sentences, setting forth in broken terms Paulette Dubois's life.
But neither of us thought of that. I stormed like a fool. "What possessed you to stay in the tunnel or to follow me? I told you to jump for the cave!" "Well, I didn't!" Paulette stiffened as if she froze. "I hadn't time. I would have had to cross the tunnel. And I hadn't time to do anything but jump to you and Collins before your stuff blew up.
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