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Madame de Staemer, unassisted, could not possibly have mounted the stairs." "Stop, Harley!" I said, sternly. "Stop." He ceased speaking, and I watched the steady glow of his cigarette in the darkness. It lighted up his bronzed face and showed me the steely gleam of his eyes. "You are counting too much on the locking of the door by Pedro," I continued, speaking very deliberately.
"My dear, my dear," she said, "forgive me, forgive me! But I loved him so. One day, I think" her glance sought my face "you will know. Then you will forgive." "Oh, Madame, Madame," whispered the girl, and began to sob silently. "Is it enough?" asked Madame de Staemer, raising her head, and looking defiantly at Paul Harley.
"They say he must be taken away, M. Knox, but I reply: not until I have seen him." "Madame," began Val Beverley, gently. "Ah, my dear!" Madame de Staemer, without looking at the speaker, extended one hand in her direction, the fingers characteristically curled. "You do not know me. Perhaps it is a good job. You are a man, Mr.
Those sweetly indiscreet words, however, had raised a momentary barrier between us, and we walked on silently to the house, and entered the brightly lighted hall. The silver peal of a Chinese tubular gong rang out just when we reached the veranda, and as Val Beverley and I walked in from the garden, Madame de Staemer came wheeling through the doorway, closely followed by Paul Harley.
She clenched her hands and closed her eyes entirely, but presently resumed again: "If they had killed me I should have been glad, but they only made of me a cripple. M. de Staemer had been killed a few weeks before this. I am sorry I forgot to mention it. I was a widow.
I gathered that Madame de Staemer had been to visit the invalid, and that she was all anxiety to return was a fact she was wholly unable to conceal. There was a tired look in her still eyes, as though she had undertaken a task beyond her powers to perform, and, so unnatural a quartette were we, that when presently she withdrew I was glad, although she took Val Beverley with her.
But Harley's evident desire to do likewise surprised me very greatly; for from the point of view of the investigation the day had been an unsatisfactory one. I knew that there must be a hundred and one things which my friend desired to know, questions which Madame de Staemer could have answered.
Once I had detected her watching Madame de Staemer with a look strangely like that of fear. Puffing contentedly at my cigar I proceeded to make a tour of the house. It was constructed irregularly. Practically the entire building was of gray stone, which created a depressing effect even in the blazing sunlight, lending Cray's Folly something of an austere aspect.
When I heard the shot, something told me, something told me that " she paused, and suddenly placing her hands before her face, added in a whisper "that it had come." Val Beverley was watching Madame de Staemer anxiously, and the fact that she was unfit to undergo further examination was so obvious that any other than an Inspector Aylesbury would have withdrawn.
Rolleston was on the spot within half an hour, Madame de Staemer was already past human aid. There are perhaps one or two details which may be of interest.
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