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I can't everywhere and always be on my guard against every dear soul of them. Yet the moment I relax my attention for one day or even when I don't relax it I am bamboozled and led a dance by that arch Mme. Picardet, or that transparently simple little minx, Mrs. Granton. She's the cleverest girl I ever met in my life, that hussy, whatever we're to call her.
I fancied, too, he glanced somewhat anxiously towards Madame Picardet. The Seer bowed courteously. "Your will, señor, is law," he said. "I make it a principle, though I can see through all things, invariably to respect the secrecies and sanctities. If it were not so, I might dissolve society. For which of us is there who could bear the whole truth being told about him?" He gazed around the room.
She has just driven away; I know to what place; and I am after her to arrest her. In blind haste, MEDHURST. That's smartness, IF you like. Though, poor little woman, I think he might have left her." "Does a Mme. Picardet stop here?" I inquired of the landlord, thinking it possible she might have assumed again the same old alias. He nodded assent. "Oui, oui, oui," he answered.
"Just what I should expect," Charles murmured, "He varies the programme. The fellow has tried White Heather as the parson's wife, and as Madame Picardet, and as squinting little Mrs. Granton, and as Medhurst's accomplice; and now, he has almost exhausted the possibilities of a disguise for a really young and pretty woman; so he's playing her off at last as the riper product a handsome matron.
Granton Madame Picardet whatever I am to call her laughed melodiously in her prettiest way at the sight of him. "Dear Sir Charles," she called out, "pray don't be afraid! It's only a short and temporary imprisonment. We will send men to take you off. Dear David and I only need just time enough to get well ashore and make oh! a few slight alterations in our personal appearance."
"And Jessie," he cried, "White Heather that innocent little Scotchwoman! I often detected a familiar ring in her voice, in spite of the charming Highland accent. Jessie is Madame Picardet!" We had absolutely no evidence; but, like the Commissary at Nice, we felt instinctively sure of it. Sir Charles was determined to catch the rogue. This second deception put him on his mettle.
"Why, good gracious," she cried, "if it isn't Césarine!" So it was with White Heather! Charles got down and drew near them. "I beg your pardon," he said, raising his hat, and addressing Madame Picardet: "I believe I have had the pleasure of meeting you. And since I have doubtless paid in the end for your victoria, may I venture to inquire for whom you are in mourning?"
I murmured, "Colonel Clay!" He answered, "and Madame Picardet!" They were not in the least like the Reverend Richard and Mrs. Brabazon. But that clinched the matter. Nor did I see a sign of the aquiline nose of the Mexican Seer. Still, I had learnt by then to discount appearances. If these were indeed the famous sharper and his wife or accomplice, we must be very careful.
He accepted a partaga with a very good grace, sipped his coffee in a corner, and chatted to the lady who had suggested Strafford with marked politeness. He was a polished gentleman. Next morning, in the hall of the hotel, I saw Madame Picardet again, in a neat tailor-made travelling dress, evidently bound for the railway-station. "What, off, Madame Picardet?" I cried.
"Now, you dear Sir Charles," she went on, "take that to keep you warm! You know I am really quite fond of you. You're not half a bad old boy when one takes you the right way. You have a human side to you. Why, I often wear that sweetly pretty brooch you gave me at Nice, when I was Madame Picardet!
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