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“
Eh
!
mon
Dieu
!
What
else
could
it
be
?
”
“
Blackmail
,
”
said
Stonor
sharply
,
bringing
down
his
hand
with
a
slam
on
the
table
.
“
That
’
s
what
it
was
.
”
“
Ah
!
Voilà
une
idée
!
”
cried
the
magistrate
,
shaken
in
spite
of
himself
.
“
Blackmail
,
”
repeated
Stonor
.
“
The
old
man
was
being
bled
—
and
at
a
good
rate
too
.
Four
thousand
in
a
couple
of
months
.
Whew
!
I
told
you
just
now
there
was
a
mystery
about
Renauld
.
Evidently
this
Madame
Daubreuil
knew
enough
of
it
to
put
the
screws
on
.
”
“
It
is
possible
,
”
the
commissary
cried
excitedly
.
“
Decidedly
,
it
is
possible
.
”
“
Possible
?
”
roared
Stonor
.
“
It
’
s
certain
!
Tell
me
,
have
you
asked
Mrs
.
Renauld
about
this
love
affair
stunt
of
yours
?
”
“
No
,
monsieur
.
We
did
not
wish
to
occasion
her
any
distress
if
it
could
reasonably
be
avoided
.
”
“
Distress
?
Why
,
she
’
d
laugh
in
your
face
.
I
tell
you
,
she
and
Renauld
were
a
couple
in
a
hundred
.
”
“
Ah
,
that
reminds
me
of
another
point
,
”
said
M
.
Hautet
.
“
Did
M
.
Renauld
take
you
into
his
confidence
at
all
as
to
the
dispositions
of
his
will
?
”
