Yes, and so I reasoned too, Waberski interposed
quickly. Oh, yes, and we willnot forget them when the moment comes for the
extenuating pleas.
So the Commissaire of Police actually sealed up
yourprivate sitting - room. I am sure that he already knew theanswers to the
questions he was asking you.
Hanaud was stung at last out of his
calm.
He dared not even tell her that this charge against
her was onlyan excuse.
I say so, Waberski declared, folding his arms
across his breast.
That, to be sure, was going a little far.
Iunderstood that the examining magistrate had sent for me. Betty took her old place
in the window - seat. One cannot say more than that, replied Hanaud with a grave
sympathy.
Sometimes they are toocareless or are driven by
necessity to a rash thing.
She had but to sigh out a little prayer and
claspher hands together, and it was done.
It has been my misfortune, I am afraid, to offend
MademoiselleHarlowe.
Oh, I dont think Monsieur Hanauds alarming, said
Ann. Hanaud replied in the same voice and struck hisforehead with his fist in anger
at his folly.
Imeant no harm, and without looking at anyone he
got himself out of theroom.
Even whenhe had the paper in his hands, they shook
so he could not read it.
Its terribly dull foryou, but we are not unselfish
enough to let you go.
But on each occasion shesaid nothing and with an
almost inaudible sigh sank back in her chair. Hanaud was stung at last out of his
calm.
I doubt if that would be so helpful as you
think.
But Boris Waberski was never theman for that. I
pray you, MonsieurHanaud, to be clear upon that point. From an arm - chair nearthe
door, a little gurgle of laughter broke from the lips of Ann Upcott. To be sure,
hemurmured, plucking at his lean throat nervously.
Perhaps nothing, the detective returned with a
shrugof the shoulders. She drew a stepnearer to Betty and then looked at Hanaud.