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to his interest also to remain in
the background?

10 his also TO remain IN
the background?
To all these questions Marie
Fauville replied in the most un-
expected manner, though it was
one that fully accorded with her
threats. A week later, after a
long cross-examiuation at WHICH
she was pressed for the name Of
her husbands old friend and at
which she maintained the most
stubborn silence, together with a
sort OF inertia, she returned to her
cell in the evening and opened
the veins in her wrist with a piece
Of glass which she had managed
to hide.
Don Luis heard the news from
Mazeroux, who came to tell him
of it before 8 o'clock the next
morning, just as he was getting
out of bed. The sergeant had a
travelling bag in his hand and
was on his way to catch a train,
Don Luis was greatly upset.
lis she deadY" he exclaimed.
ono. 1t seems that she has
one more let-off. But what s the
good7"
How do you mean, what 8 the
good2"
"Shen do it again, of course.
She's set her mind upon it. And
one day or another"
"Did she volunteer no confes-
sion, this time either, before max
ing the attempt on her life?"
"No, she wrote a few words on
a scrap Of paper, saying that, on
thinking it over, she advised us to
ask a certain NJ. Langernault
about the mysterious letters. He
was the only friend that she had
known her husband to possess, or
at any rate the only n whom he
would have called, My dear
friend. This M. Langernault
could do no more than prove her
innocent and explain the terrible
misunderstanding Of which she
was a victim"
But" said Don Luis, eff
there is anyone to prove her in
nocent, why does she begin by
opening her veins?"
"She doesn't care, she says.
Her life is done for and what she
wants is rest and death"
"Rest?.R Rest? There are other
ways in which she can find it be-
sides death. If the discovery of
the truth is to spell her safety,
perhaps the truth is not impos-
sible to discover"
"What are you saying, Chief I
Have you guessed anythingY Are
you beginning to understand
"Yes, very vaguely, but, all the
same, the really unnatural &C
curacy Of those letters seems to
me a sign-"
LIZ uecCe Tor a moment and
continued:
Have they reexamined the
erased addresses of the three let.
ters?"
Eyes, and they managed to
make out the name Of LANCER.
nault.
Where does this Langernault
live?"
According to Nine. Fauville
at the village of Damigni, in the
Orme."
"Have the deciphered the wsrd
Damigni on one of the ~lettersY'
emo, but they have the name
OF the nearest town"
"What town is that"
"Alcenon."
And is that where you re go.
ing"
Eyes, the project Of police told
me to go straightaway. l shall
take the train at the Invalides.'
You mean you will come with
me in my motor"
"Ehi"
What are you talking about
Chief"
Nothing, I know
Half an hour later they were
flying along the Versailles road
Perenna himself was driving his
open car and driving it in such a
way the Mazeroux, almost sitting
kept hurting out at Intervals:
. Lord, what a pace! Dash il
all, how you're letting it 60
Chief! Aren't you afraid of a
smashi Remember the othe,
day"
They reached Alencon in time
for lunch. When they had done.
they went to the chief post office
Nobody knew the name Of Lang.
ernault there. Besides, Damigni
had its own post office, though
the presumption was that NJ
Langernault had his letters ad.
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