Even I, Hanaud, who grow old, could appreciatethat.
I, like this Miss Diana, confess that I was afool.
Marianne, however, cherished obviously none of
Mr.
Ricardo took, or rather touched, a trifle
haughtily.
I, like this Miss Diana, confess that I was afool.
Ricardo reflected for the twentieth time sincehe had arrived at the Chateau
Suvlac.
After she was dead, her right hand had been hacked
off atthe wrist. He was content that she wasnot lying there on the stone slab.
Before he could say more, Hanaud interrupted. Yet he had put out before the turn of
the tide andgone down with the ebb.
There he watched one by one the windows on the
hillrecede into the night. Yet once more during the passage of a morning,
Mr.
He spoke lightly, and because of his very lightness
Mr. Spoken in the grave, cool voice of the Commissaire, no beginning couldhave been
more ominous. The old lady might have taken the words as a compliment, or as
anunnecessary reflection on her age. I want to see the piece of linen in which this
poor woman was wrapped,said Hanaud. I saw something in that room, he said in an
important voice. Hanaud put a question to Diana: Have you another key to that door?
Ricardo told as he drove through the sunlitcountry to Villeblanche.
Tasborough with her little reprimands and
complaints was nolonger of any account whatsoever. The doctors are agreed, said the
woman with a sort of pride. But he had tocome to the Cave of the Mummies in the end.
This, I think, will prove to be very important, he said, as he laid itcarefully down
upon a chair. Robin Webster, his face troubled anddisordered, exclaimed; Why? Look,
even now hereyelids are fluttering. Let us not be too quick to assume that trouble
has visited this house,said Hanaud compassionately. Ricardos elbow, by a sigh;
andhis blood turned cold as he heard it.
Hanaud nodded his head and bowed with a smile to
Robin Webster.
Hementioned the little town which was the seat of
the local administration.
I saw something in that room, he said in an
important voice. Ricardo lifted his head now in a sort of listless bewilderment,
andbroke the silence.
Hanaud addressed himself now altogether
toDiana.
But there was no inscription thereat
all.
She maywell have said: Ah, that poor Marianne,
today I must help her.