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He did not tell her that he had watched her shopping with Madame Le Pontois, or that he had spent several days at a small auberge at the tiny village of Marcheville-en-Woevre, only two miles distant. "I had no idea of that," she replied, her face flushing slightly. "When do you return to London?" he asked. "I hardly know.
Louis was sent down to the east to govern Dauphiny; the lessons of the civil war were not lost on Charles; he crushed the freebooters of Champagne, drove the English out of Pontois in 1441, moved actively up and down France, reducing anarchy, restoring order, resisting English attacks. In the last he was loyally supported by the Dauphin, who was glad to find a field for his restless temper.
"Evidently you are unaware, Doctor, that my son-in-law, Paul Le Pontois, was released yesterday," laughed Sir Hugh in triumph. "Your treachery, which is now known by the Sûreté, defeated its own ends."
Then he added: "I regret, m'sieur, that you must consider yourself under arrest by order of his Excellency the Minister of Justice." "Arrest!" gasped the unhappy man. "Are you mad, messieurs?" "No," replied the man who had spoken. "We have merely our duty to perform, and have travelled from Paris to execute it." "With what offence am I charged?" Le Pontois demanded. "Of that we have no knowledge.
Blanche, Sir Hugh's daughter by his first wife, had married Paul Le Pontois, who had been a captain in the 114th Regiment of Artillery of the French Army during the war, and lived with her husband in France. She seldom came to England, though at frequent intervals her father went over to visit her.
Then the hard-faced, white-headed old director, who held supreme command of the police of the Republic, glanced at him shrewdly, and, continuing, said: "It is alleged that you, Paul Le Pontois, on the fourteenth day of January, and again on the sixteenth of May, met in Commercy a certain Englishman, and handed to him a bundle of English notes since proved to be forgeries."
Daniel tried once more to insist; but she cut him short, saying, "You forget, my dear friend, that this is, perhaps for many years, the last time we shall ever be alone together. Let us think of the future. I have secured the confidence of one of my waiting-women, and to her you must direct your letters. Her name is Clarissa Pontois.
"Unless I come forward and tell the truth of my dealings with you. The charges against Paul are false. I know it now. What have you to say?" he added in a low, hard voice. "A great deal of good that would do!" laughed Weirmarsh, selecting a cigarette from his gold case and lighting it, regarding his host with those narrow-set, sinister eyes of his. "It would only implicate Le Pontois further.
Parents may be blind," he laughed, "but brothers-in-law never." "You are always so dreadfully philosophical!" the girl cried, glad that at last that painful topic of conversation had been changed. "Paul Le Pontois wouldn't eat you!" "I don't suppose any Frenchman is given to cannibalistic diet," he answered, smiling.
"Regarding the forged English notes you were prepared to sell, eh?" snapped Bézard, with a look of disbelief. "I had nothing to sell!" protested Le Pontois, drawing himself up. "Those who have spied upon me have told untruths." "But the individual, Laloux, was watched. One of our agents followed him to Brussels, where he went next day to the English bank in the Montagne de la Cour."
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