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It struck Ricardo as one of the strangest details in all this strange affair that the detective should ask with confidence for information which might help to bring Celia Harland to the guillotine from the man who had staked his happiness upon her innocence. "About five feet seven," he answered. Hanaud replaced his measure in his pocket. He turned with a grave face to Wethermill.
It had been sent from Geneva, and it ran thus: "Expect me soon after three. Hanaud nodded his head. "I told you I had hopes." All his levity had gone in an instant from his manner. He spoke very quietly. "I had better send for Wethermill?" asked Ricardo. Hanaud shrugged his shoulders. "As you like. But why raise hopes in that poor man's breast which an hour or two may dash for ever to the ground?
Besnard looked at the name stamped in gold letters upon the lining of the shoes. "I will have inquiries made," he said. Hanaud nodded, took a measure from his pocket and measured the ground between the window and the first footstep, and between the first footstep and the other two. "How tall is Mlle. Celie?" he asked, and he addressed the question to Wethermill.
Dauvray's pretty companion. Ruel had all a Frenchman's sympathy with lovers. He wished them well, those two young and attractive people, and hoped that the maid would help their plans. But as he passed he caught a sentence spoken suddenly by Wethermill. "Well, it is true; I must have money." And the agitated voice and words remained fixed in his memory.
"And when when did you first begin to suspect Harry Wethermill?" Hanaud smiled and shook his head. "That you shall know in good time. I am the captain of the ship." His voice took on a deeper note. "But I prepare you. Listen! Daring and brains, those were the property of Harry Wethermill yes. But it is not he who is the chief actor in the crime. Of that I am sure.
I have seen women, monsieur, for whose purity of soul I would myself have stood security, condemned for complicity in brutal crimes on evidence that could not be gainsaid; and I have known them turn foul-mouthed, and hideous to look upon, the moment after their just sentence has been pronounced." "No doubt, monsieur," said Wethermill, with perfect quietude.
Celia heard it turn in the lock, and the door bang. Wethermill had gone upstairs. Celia leaned back, her heart fainting within her. Arrange! It was her turn now. She was to be "arranged." She had no doubt what sinister meaning that innocent word concealed. The dry, choking sound, the horrid scuffling of feet upon the floor, were in her ears. And it had taken so long so terribly long!
Adele Rossignol, carrying Celia's cloak, stepped out at the side of the window. "She has fainted," said Wethermill. "Wipe the mould off her shoes and off yours too carefully. I don't want them to think this car has been out of the garage at all." Adele stooped and obeyed. Wethermill opened the door of the car and flung Celia into a seat. Adele followed and took her seat opposite the girl.
Dauvray?" he asked. "She was the stout woman with whom your young friend went away?" "Yes," said Wethermill. Ricardo turned round from the mirror. "What do you want me to do?" "Hanaud is at Aix. He is the cleverest of the French detectives. You know him. He dined with you once." It was Mr.
But now they were together; now they were talking. The first step had been taken. Adele Tace had scraped acquaintance with Mme. Dauvray. Celia saw them almost at the same moment. "Oh, there is Mme. Dauvray," she cried, taking a step towards her. Wethermill detained the girl. "She seems quite happy," he said; and, indeed, Mme.
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