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Knox," exclaimed Madame as I entered, "have the others deserted, then?" "Scarcely deserted, I think. They are merely straggling." "Absent without leave," murmured Val Beverley. I laughed, and drew up a chair. Madame de Staemer was smoking, but Miss Beverley was not.
"Oh, Mr. Knox." She suddenly laid her hand upon my arm. "I am oppressed with such a dreadful foreboding, yet I don't know how to explain it to you." "I understand. I, too, have felt it." "You have?" She paused, and looked at me eagerly. "Then it is not just morbid imagination on my part. If only I knew what to do, what to believe. Really, I am bewildered. I have just left Madame de Staemer "
He resented the understanding which evidently existed between Colonel Menendez and Madame de Staemer, and to which, although his aid had been sought, he was not admitted. It seemed to me, personally, that an almost palpable shadow lay upon the room.
"Of course you realize that there is one person in Cray's Folly who holds the clue to the heart of the mystery?" "Madame de Staemer?" He nodded grimly. "When the rifle cracked out, Knox, she knew! Remember, no one had told her the truth. Yet can you doubt that she knows?" "I don't doubt it." "Neither do I." He clenched his teeth tightly and beat his fists upon the coverlet.
Now he lies dead in his own house. Failed? I have failed utterly, miserably." I turned aside as the door opened and Dr. Rolleston came in. "Ah, gentlemen," he said, "I wanted to see you before leaving. I have just been to visit Madame de Staemer again." "Yes," said Harley, eagerly; "how is she?" Dr. Rolleston lighted a cigarette, frowning perplexedly the while.
"Who can possibly have committed this cold-blooded crime?" she said in a low voice. "What does Mr. Harley think? Has he any idea, any idea whatever?" "Not that he has confided to me," I said, watching her intently. "But tell me, does Madame de Staemer know yet?" "What do you mean?" "I mean has she been told the truth?" The girl shook her head.
As he took his departure, the Inspector drew out his pocket-book, and, humming gently to himself, began to consult certain entries therein, with a portentous air of reflection which would have been funny if it had not been so irritating. Thus we stood when Val Beverley returned, and: "Madame de Staemer will see you, Inspector Aylesbury," she said, "but wishes Mr.
"On the night he told me, a night I shall never forget, I drew back in horror from him I, Marie de Staemer, who thought I knew the blackest that was in him. I shrank. And because of that scene it came to him again in the early morning the moment of agony, the needle pain, here, low down in his left breast.
I had hoped to see something of Val Beverley on my return, but she remained closeted with Madame de Staemer, and I was left in loneliness to pursue my own reflections, and to perfect that theory which had presented itself to my mind. In Harley's absence I had taken it upon myself to give an order to Pedro to the effect that no reporters were to be admitted; and in this I had done well.
It had none of the heroic resignation and acceptance of the inevitable which had so startled me in the face of the Colonel on the previous day. There was a bitterness in it, as of one who has made a great but unwilling sacrifice, and again I had found myself questing that faint but fugitive memory, conjured up by the eyes of Madame de Staemer.
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