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“
Duveen
.
Duveen
.
”
He
tried
the
name
over
thoughtfully
.
“
I
don
’
t
think
I
have
.
And
yet
it
seems
familiar
.
”
“
Do
you
know
a
lady
,
a
friend
of
M
.
Renauld
’
s
whose
Christian
name
is
Bella
?
”
Again
Mr
.
Stonor
shook
his
head
.
“
Bella
Duveen
?
Is
that
the
full
name
?
It
’
s
curious
!
I
’
m
sure
I
know
it
.
But
for
the
moment
I
can
’
t
remember
in
what
connection
.
”
The
magistrate
coughed
.
“
You
understand
,
M
.
Stonor
—
the
case
is
like
this
.
There
must
be
no
reservations
.
You
might
,
perhaps
,
through
a
feeling
of
consideration
for
Madame
Renauld
—
for
whom
,
I
gather
,
you
have
a
great
esteem
and
affection
,
you
might
—
enfin
!
”
said
M
.
Hautet
getting
rather
tied
up
in
his
sentence
,
“
there
must
absolutely
be
no
reservations
.
”
Stonor
stared
at
him
,
a
dawning
light
of
comprehension
in
his
eyes
.
“
I
don
’
t
quite
get
you
,
”
he
said
gently
.
“
Where
does
Mrs
.
Renauld
come
in
?
I
’
ve
an
immense
respect
and
affection
for
that
lady
;
she
’
s
a
very
wonderful
and
unusual
type
,
but
I
don
’
t
quite
see
how
my
reservations
,
or
otherwise
,
could
affect
her
?
”
“
Not
if
this
Bella
Duveen
should
prove
to
have
been
something
more
than
a
friend
to
her
husband
?
”
“
Ah
!
”
said
Stonor
.
“
I
get
you
now
.
But
I
’
ll
bet
my
bottom
dollar
that
you
’
re
wrong
.
The
old
man
never
so
much
as
looked
at
a
petticoat
.
He
just
adored
his
own
wife
.
They
were
the
most
devoted
couple
I
know
.
”