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But did he? Assume it was Watty, as I think it must have been. You were with him and you saw him walking.
Ginger sat up when e eard that.
Do you recollect the blotter on your study desk at St. Malo?
The whole things most unlikely as far as that goes. Perhaps you are not aware that some one else was watching the house last evening?
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Leave the alibi for a moment. Our defence must be that Boirac followed his wife to London and murdered her there. Now can we suggest possible details? He would arrive at his house on that Sunday morning and find his wife gone, and a letter from her saying she had eloped with Felix. What, then, would he do?
Since it was gone it was obvious that it must have been removed on a vehicle. His next point was to see how that vehicle got in, and if it had left any traces. And first as to the coach-house door.
I want to arrest him, Hastings. Point him out when you see him.
The girl answered at once in a nervous, frightened tone. I have just been to her room, monsieur. She has taken her fur coat and hat and a pair of walking shoes. The evening shoes she was wearing to-night are there where she changed them. She did not ring for me and I did not hear her go to her room.
I shall have, with your permission, to send a man to look over the house, and he can make inquiries. I am sure, M. Boirac, we are extremely obliged to you for your information. And now, what about the formal identification of the body? I have no doubt from what you say it is indeed that of your wife, but I fear the law will require a personal identification from you. Would it be convenient for you to run over to London and see it? Interment has not yet, I understand, taken place.
Dismissed?
Good, said La Touche, then we had better move to a more private place. Well go to my hotel, and you, Charcothe turned to the porterget away back to the rue de Lyon and tell M. Mallet and your friend the mans found. Heres what I owe you and a trifle more.
I know nothing of any cask. What Felix are you referring to?
Accordingly he called at the house in the Avenue de lAlma and saw Fran?ois. He was surprised to find the old man genuinely grieved at the news of Felixs arrest. Few though the occasions had been in which the two had met, something in the personality of the former had in this case, as in so many others, inspired attachment and respect. La Touche therefore adopted the same tactics as with the waiter, and, on his explaining that he was acting for the suspected man, he found Fran?ois anxious to give all the help in his power.
He stretched out his hand to the desk telephone.
You horrify me, sir, he cried; absolutely horrify me. You surely do not mean to suggest there is any chance of a conviction?
Ill start some inquiries that may lead to something.
If this was so, it followed that some person, when alone with Mme. Boirac, had suddenly been overcome with absolute, blind passion. What, I asked myself, could have aroused this?
You must unload hundreds of casks. How did you come to notice this one so specially?