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Don't be so absurd!" At that moment, two slight shocks were felt and two more reports were heard, one after the other, some way off and still in the wood. Rossigny snarled: "The back tires burst now ... both of them.... But who, in the devil's name, can the ruffian be?... Just let me get hold of him, that's all!..." He clambered up the road-side slope. There was no one there.
She gave him both her hands: "You have saved me from Rossigny. You have given me back my freedom and my independence. I thank you from the bottom of my heart." "Oh, that's not what I am asking you to say!" he answered. "My first and main object was to amuse you. Your life seemed so humdrum and lacking in the unexpected. Has it been so to-day?" "How can you ask such a question?
But Renine, who was in a lively mood and full of attentions to his companion, seemed utterly indifferent to those questions. "But, after all," she exclaimed, impatiently, "we can't leave the matter there! It calls for a solution." "As you say," he replied, "a solution is called for. M. Rossigny has to know where he stands and you have to decide what to do about him."
After hesitating for a few seconds, she dismounted, tied her horse carelessly, so that he could release himself by the least effort and return to the house, shrouded her face in the long brown veil that hung over her shoulders and walked on. As she expected, she saw Rossigny directly she reached the first turn in the road. He ran up to her and drew her into the coppice! "Quick, quick!
The car followed the narrow, grassy path which led back to the cross-roads and Rossigny was accelerating the speed, when he was suddenly forced to pull up. A shot had rung out from the neighbouring wood, on the right. The car was swerving from side to side. "A front tire burst," shouted Rossigny, leaping to the ground. "Not a bit of it!" cried Hortense. "Somebody fired!" "Impossible, my dear!
One day, you met M. Rossigny, who fell in love with you and suggested an elopement. You did not care for him.
Hortense Daniel pushed her window ajar and whispered: "Are you there, Rossigny?" "I am here," replied a voice from the shrubbery at the front of the house. Leaning forward, she saw a rather fat man looking up at her out of a gross red face with its cheeks and chin set in unpleasantly fair whiskers. "Well?" he asked. "Well, I had a great argument with my uncle and aunt last night.
"I have," said Renine. "I've heard of him." "Oh?" "Yes, he sent me a challenge. We fought a duel this morning. Rossigny got a scratch in the shoulder. That finished the duel. Let's talk of something else." There was no further mention of Rossigny.
"You will form your decision this evening; and, if M. Rossigny succeeds in persuading you for the second time, I give you my word of honour that I shall not cross your path. Until then, grant me the privilege of your company. We made up our minds yesterday to inspect the chateau. Let us do so. Will you?
She shrugged her shoulders: "He's of no importance for the moment. The thing to-day...." "Is what?" "Is to know what those two dead bodies are." "Still, Rossigny...." "Rossigny can wait. But I can't. You have shown me a mystery which is now the only thing that matters. What do you intend to do?" "To do?" "Yes. There are two bodies.... You'll inform the police, I suppose."
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