The Red Cloud chief., 1907-08-30

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II lived in Paris for some years. he
answered.
Indeed! And yet you returned to-
Norfolk. Is it?"
lie bowed.
"It is true, madame he admitted.
How drollI" she murmured. Miss
F%oynton-she is an old friend Of
yours?"
Il am very anxious to see her. ma
dame"
"Why?"
He hesitated. After all his WAS no
secret mission.
81 have reason to believe" he sale
"that a mistake has been made in the
identity of the body found in the Seine
and supposed to be her brothers."
She gave n little start. 1t seemed to
him that from that moment she regard
ed him with more interest.
But that. monsieur" she said, lis
not possible"
"Why notT"
She did not answer him for n mo-
ment. Instead she rang a bell.
A servant appeared almost immedi-
ately.
Request NJ. lie Marquis to step this
way Immediately he returns she or
dered.
The man bowed and withdrew. The
marquise turned again to Duncombe.
1T Is quite impossible" she repeat
cd. "Do you know who it was that
identified the young man?"
DuncOmbe shook his head.
~ know nothing" he said. 81 saw
the notice in the paper. and l have
been to the morgue with IA friend"
Were you allowed to see itT'
"No; for some reason or other we
were not. hut we managed to bride n
of the attendants, and we got the po-
lice description"
This" madame said, lis interesting.
Well?"
There was one point in particular
in the description" Duncombe said,
land a very important one, which
proved to us both that the dead man
was not Guy P~oynton."
ut is no secret, l presumef' she said.
Tell me what it was"
Duncombe hesitated. He saw no
reason for concealing the facts.
The height of the body" he said,
twas given five feet nine. Guy Poyn-
ton was over six feet"
The marquise nodded her head slow
ly.
and now" she said. shall | tell you
who 1t is who identified the body at the
~morgue-apart from the papers which
were found in his pocket and which
certainly belonged to Mr.. Poynton?"
Il should be interested to know" he
admitted.
1T was Miss Poynton herself. 1t is
that which has upset her so. She rec
ogniZed him ut once"
"Are you sure Of this, madamei'
Duncombe asked.
II myself" the marqulse answered,
accompanied her there. 1t was ter
rible."
Duncombe looked very grave.
Il am indeed sorry TO hear this" he
said. There can be no possibility Of
any mistake then!
None whatever the marquise de-
clared.
You will permit me to see her?'
Duncombe begged. IF l am not a
very old friend, l I'm at least al init
mate one"
The marquise shook her head.
"She is not In a fit state to see any
one" she declared. The visit to the
morgue hashpset her almost as much
as the affair itself. You must have pa
thence, monsieur. In a fortnight or
three weeks ut the earliest she may be
disposed to see friends. Certainly not
at present"
~ may send here a messenger" Dun.
combe asked.
The marquise nodded.
Eyes"
"And ! may wait for an answer"
Eyes. You can write 1t If you like
DuncOmbe scrubbed a few lines on
the back of n visiting card. The mar
quise took ii from him and rose.
Il will return" she said. you shall
be entirely satisfied"
She left him alone for. nearly ten
minutes. She had scarcely left the
room when another visitor entered.
The Nicomte de Bergillac, in n dark
brown suit and an apple green tie,
bowed to Duncombe and carefully Sc.
lected the most comfortable chair in
his vicinity.
) You took my advice, monsieur"
he remarked, helping himself to a