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“
That
I
am
not
at
liberty
to
say
,
”
I
said
quietly
.
Giraud
subjected
me
to
a
piercing
stare
.
“
He
has
probably
enough
sense
not
to
tell
you
,
”
he
remarked
rudely
.
“
Good
afternoon
.
I
’
m
busy
.
”
And
with
that
,
he
turned
on
his
heel
,
and
left
me
without
ceremony
.
Matters
seemed
at
a
standstill
at
the
Villa
Geneviève
.
Giraud
evidently
did
not
desire
my
company
and
,
from
what
I
had
seen
,
it
seemed
fairly
certain
that
Jack
Renauld
did
not
either
.
I
went
back
to
the
town
,
had
an
enjoyable
bath
and
returned
to
the
hotel
.
I
turned
in
early
,
wondering
whether
the
following
day
would
bring
forth
anything
of
interest
.
I
was
wholly
unprepared
for
what
it
did
bring
forth
.
I
was
eating
my
petit
déjeuner
in
the
dining
-
room
,
when
the
waiter
,
who
had
been
talking
to
some
one
outside
,
came
back
in
obvious
excitement
.
He
hesitated
for
a
minute
,
fidgeting
with
his
napkin
,
and
then
burst
out
.
“
Monsieur
will
pardon
me
,
but
he
is
connected
,
is
he
not
,
with
the
affair
at
the
Villa
Geneviève
?
’
“
Yes
,
”
I
said
eagerly
“
Why
?
”
“
Monsieur
has
not
heard
the
news
,
though
?
”
