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“
I
was
there
as
a
child
.
But
I
was
educated
in
England
,
and
spent
most
of
my
holidays
in
that
country
,
so
I
really
know
far
less
of
South
America
than
might
be
supposed
.
You
see
,
the
war
broke
out
when
I
was
seventeen
.
”
“
You
served
in
the
English
Flying
Corps
,
did
you
not
?
”
“
Yes
,
M
.
le
juge
.
”
M
.
Hautet
nodded
his
head
,
and
proceeded
with
his
inquiries
along
the
,
by
now
,
well
-
known
lines
.
In
response
,
Jack
Renauld
declared
definitely
that
he
knew
nothing
of
any
enmity
his
father
might
have
incurred
in
the
city
of
Santiago
,
or
elsewhere
in
the
South
American
continent
,
that
he
had
noticed
no
change
in
his
father
’
s
manner
of
late
,
and
that
he
had
never
heard
him
refer
to
a
secret
.
He
had
regarded
the
mission
to
South
America
as
connected
with
business
interests
.
As
M
.
Hautet
paused
for
a
minute
,
the
quiet
voice
of
Giraud
broke
in
.
“
I
should
like
to
put
a
few
questions
on
my
own
account
,
M
.
le
juge
.
”
“
By
all
means
,
M
.
Giraud
,
if
you
wish
,
”
said
the
magistrate
coldly
.
Giraud
edged
his
chair
a
little
nearer
to
the
table
.
“
Were
you
on
good
terms
with
your
father
,
M
.
Renauld
?
”
