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"As soon as I saw that rag I ran down to the villa. The police are in possession. They would not let me into the garden. But I talked with one of them. They, too, think that she let in the murderers." Ricardo took a turn across the room. Then he came to a stop in front of Wethermill. "Listen to me," he said solemnly. "I saw this girl half an hour before I saw you. She rushed out into the garden.
It is not easy to search Geneva and find, when we know nothing about the woman for whom we are searching, except that her hair is red, and that probably a young girl last night was with her. It is rather here, I think in Aix that we must keep our eyes wide open." "Here!" cried Wethermill in exasperation. He stared at Hanaud as though he were mad.
"I have not spoken of money to her," replied Wethermill; and then he burst out laughing. "But why should you think that I I, of all men want money?" he asked. And Helene answered him again enigmatically. "If I am wrong, monsieur, I am sorry, but you can help me too," she said, in her submissive voice. And she passed on, leaving Wethermill rooted to the ground.
"Which way do you go?" asked Wethermill. "Up the hill to the Hotel Majestic," said Ricardo. "We go together, then. I, too, am staying there," said the young man, and they climbed the steep streets together. Ricardo was dying to put some questions about Wethermill's young friend of the night before, but discretion kept him reluctantly silent.
Something is left to be understood." And it is difficult to understand how murder could not have been an essential part of their plan, since -But let us see what happened. On the Friday before the crime was committed Mme. Dauvray and Celia dined at the Villa des Fleurs. While they were drinking their coffee Harry Wethermill joined them. He stayed with them until Mme.
"That was madness," said Ricardo. "But what else could they do over there in Geneva? They did not know that Harry Wethermill was suspected. Harry Wethermill had no idea of it himself. But, even if they had known, they must take the risk. Put yourself into their place for a moment. They had seen my advertisement about Celie Harland in the Geneva paper.
She screwed the stopper on the flask of vitriol very carefully, and put the flask away in her pocket. She went into the kitchen and fetched the key of the garage. She put her hat on her head. She even picked up and drew on her gloves, afraid lest she should leave them behind; and then Wethermill came down again. Adele looked at him inquiringly. "It is all done," he said, with a nod of the head.
"Yes; of hands in gloves," returned Hanaud. "We shall learn nothing from these marks except that the assassins knew their trade." Then he stooped down to the sill, where some traces of steps were visible. He rose with a gesture of resignation. "Rubber shoes," he said, and so stepped into the room, followed by Wethermill and the others.
I daren't go back." And Wethermill jammed down the lever. The car sprang forward, and humming steadily over the white road devoured the miles. But they had made their one mistake. The car had nearly reached Annecy before Celia woke to consciousness. And even then she was dazed. She was only aware that she was in the motor-car and travelling at a great speed.
Adele Rossignol or, to give her real name, Adele Tace, the wife of Hippolyte had conceived a veritable passion for Harry Wethermill. He was of a not uncommon type, cold and callous in himself, yet with the power to provoke passion in women. And Adele Tace, as the story was told of how Harry Wethermill had paid his court to Celia Harland, was seized with a vindictive jealousy.
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