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Stolphe had heard the door of the bedroom forced, but Jean Jacques had not heard it; he was only conscious of hands dragging him back just at the moment of Stolphe's deadly peril. "What is it?" asked Jean Jacques, seeing Stolphe in the hands of two men, and hearing the snap of steel.
He had read two letters addressed to Carmen by the man Hugo Stolphe who had left her to her fate; and there was a grim devouring thing in him which would break loose, if ever the man crossed his path.
"She treated you pretty bad, didn't she not much heart, had Carmen!" he added. "Sit down. I want to talk to you," said Jean Jacques, motioning to two chairs by a table at the side of the room. This table was in the middle of the room when the man under the lamp-Hugo Stolphe was his name had left it last. Why had the table been moved? "Why should I sit down, and what are you doing here?
"Wanted for firing a house for insurance wanted for falsifying the accounts of a Land Company wanted for his own good, Mr. Hugo Stolphe, C.O.D. collect on delivery!" said the officer of the law. "And collected just in time!"
Perhaps at the moment, as Stolphe had said to himself, he was a little mad, for all his past, all his plundered, squandered, spoiled life was crying out at him like a hundred ghosts, and he was fighting with beasts at Ephesus. An exaltation possessed him.
"But I did not kill him. I let him go. He was so clever cleverer than you will know how to be. She said to me my wife said to me, when she thought I had killed him, 'Why did you not fight him? Any man would have fought him. That was her view. She was right not to kill without fighting. That is why I did not kill you at once when I knew." "When you knew what?" Stolphe was staring at the madman.
Perhaps at the moment, as Stolphe had said to himself, he was a little mad, for all his past, all his plundered, squandered, spoiled life was crying out at him like a hundred ghosts, and he was fighting with beasts at Ephesus. An exaltation possessed him.
He surely must be a madman if he wanted to do harm to Hugo Stolphe; for Hugo Stolphe had only "kept" the woman who had left her husband, not because of himself, but because of another man altogether one George Masson. Had not Carmen herself told him that before she and he lived together? What grudge could Carmen's husband have against Hugo Stolphe?
"But I did not kill him. I let him go. He was so clever cleverer than you will know how to be. She said to me my wife said to me, when she thought I had killed him, 'Why did you not fight him? Any man would have fought him. That was her view. She was right not to kill without fighting. That is why I did not kill you at once when I knew." "When you knew what?" Stolphe was staring at the madman.
"Beautiful, a genius, sick and alone no husband, no child, and you used her so! That is why I shall kill you to-night. We will fight for it." Yes, but surely the man was mad, and the thing to do was to humour him, to gain time. To humour a madman that is what one always advised, therefore Stolphe would make the pourparler, as the French say.
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