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Updated: June 29, 2025
It was Baker told me the devilish reek I smelled was coming from my own coat, and I chucked it down by the stable door. God knows which of Macartney's men picked it up and wore it after I left it, for Marcia to find," even Dudley looked sick, "but it wasn't me! I smelt my cap, too, after I'd walked some of the muzziness out of me, and I threw that away where Paulette found it.
They were to do nothing now, before Paulette and Marcia, if their first instructions had been to ambush inside the shack to dispose of me when I got back from the Halfway, which I had not been meant to do. I did not drop my gun hand, or fling the truth at Macartney. But I made no move to pick up Marcia. I said, "How d'ye mean Dudley's killed? Who killed him?" "Wolves!"
So I said the afternoon would be time enough to start. But Dudley would not hear of it and blazed out till I had to give up all idea of warning Paulette, and get out.
She could not talk that night, anyhow, and she was welcome to come out with her crazy lie about Paulette and myself, once Hutton was dead, because he and a snake would be all one to me, once I got my hands on him. After that I had no qualms about being able to make Dudley see the truth concerning that letter, and that it had been written to save his gold, and his life, likely enough!
It was no wonder she had laughed when I asked her if she could ride, no wonder I had thought she moved like Pavlova. Paulette Brown, whom Dudley had brought to La Chance, was Tatiana Paulina Valenka, who had or had not stolen Van Ruyne's emeralds! But the blood sprang into my face at the knowledge, for by all the holy souls and my dead mother's name she was my dream girl too!
Good-evening," she added, with an excess of courtesy. Paulette read the placid scorn in the girl's face; she did not see and would not understand that Rosalie did not scorn her for what she had ever done, but for something that she was. "You think I am the dirt under your feet," she said, now white, now red, and mad with anger. "I'm not fit to speak with you I'm a rag for the dust pile!"
I knocked it flying across her, and it smashed to flinders on the near fore wheel, drenching it and splashing over Danny's hind legs. I grabbed the reins from Paulette, and I thought of skunks, and a sulphide factory, and dead skunks and rotten sulphide at that.
"Van Ruyne's emeralds she thinks Miss Paulette has 'em," Collins's lips explained soundlessly. "And they're round Macartney's own neck I saw them! Dunn and I were going to swipe them, only we couldn't." I damned the emeralds. What I wanted of Marcia was to find out what had become of Paulette. But Collins gripped me harder. "Let her see you, and you'll never know," he breathed fiercely.
"Ah, Heaven, here she is!" he gasped, and drew over to the wall. A voice came from outside. "Shall I play for you, Dauphin? It is as good as medicine." The Notary recovered himself at once. His volatile nature sprang back to its pose. He could forget Paulette Dubois for the moment. "It is Maximilian Cour in the garden," he said happily. Then he raised his voice.
Napoleon was strongly averse to the match, so decided that she should become the wife of General Leclerc, aged twenty-five, who was said to be Napoleon's double. Hippolyte Charles had been the friend of Leclerc, and Paulette resolutely set her mind on inflicting salutary punishment on her sister-in-law for the wrong she was doing her brother.
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