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Updated: May 11, 2025
"Oh!" said some one. "He has killed himself!" "How can he have killed himself?" said Renine. "The wound is right in the middle of the back, at a place which the hand can't reach. And, besides, there's not a knife in the cabin." The others protested: "If so, he has been murdered. But that's impossible! There has been nobody here. We should have seen, if there had been.
Renine brought down his hand on Dutreuil's shoulder: "No more talk! Facts! Gaston Dutreuil, you are the only person who on that day knew two essential things: first, that Cousin Guillaume had sixty thousand francs in his house; secondly, that Jacques Aubrieux was not going out. You at once saw your chance. The motor-cycle was available. You slipped out during the performance. You went to Suresnes.
And I have an idea that it will be sensational." They hurried nevertheless. Hortense, overwrought by fatigue and her desire to know what was happening, continually questioned Renine, who replied evasively, with his eyes turned to the esplanade, which they could see through the windows of the coffee-room. "Are you watching for those two?" asked Hortense. "Yes, the brother and sister."
"Never fear," said Renine, "he's not going to accept.... But look at him.... How excited he is! Exactly what I wanted.... Ah, this, you know, is really exciting!... To make people lose their heads!
"But if the word which you expect to hear is not spoken?" "It must be spoken," said Renine, in a low voice. "We must finish the matter. The hour is at hand." His eyes met hers; and she blushed crimson at the thought that the hour to which he was alluding was the eighth and that he had no other object than to finish the matter before that eighth hour struck.
Laughter alone was able to relax her exasperated nerves and to distract her from so many contradictory emotions. "Do look at the man who's playing the butler," said Serge Renine. "What is there peculiar about him?" asked Hortense.
"You're looking a little pale, my dear," said Renine, with a laugh, as they alighted by the gate of the garden at Elseven. "I'm very fond of Genevieve," she said. "She's the only friend I have. And I'm feeling frightened." He called her attention to the fact that the central gate was flanked by two wickets bearing the names of Madame d'Imbleval and Madame Vaurois respectively.
In reality, as Renine and Hortense clearly saw, his was an unusually weak nature, incapable of reacting against a ridiculous position from which he had suffered ever since he was a child and which he had come to look upon as final and irremediable. He endured it as a man bears a cross which he has no right to cast aside; and at the same time he was ashamed of it.
He was back from the post-office, where he had been telephoning to Le Havre, to the office of the procurator-general, and had been told that the public prosecutor and an examining-magistrate would come on to Etretat in the course of the afternoon. "That leaves us plenty of time for lunch," said Renine. "The tragedy will not be enacted before two or three o'clock.
Dalbreque is alive. They have put him to bed in a private room at the mayor's offices. He has a broken leg and a rather high temperature; but all the same they expect to move him to Rouen to-morrow and they have telephoned there for a motor-car." "And then?" asked Rose Andree, anxiously. Renine smiled: "Why, then we shall leave at daybreak.
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