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“
She
is
coming
up
the
path
now
,
monsieur
,
and
her
son
with
her
.
”
“
Good
.
I
only
want
one
at
a
time
,
though
.
”
Marchaud
saluted
and
disappeared
again
.
A
moment
later
he
reappeared
with
Mrs
.
Renauld
.
“
Here
is
Madame
.
”
Giraud
came
forward
with
a
curt
bow
.
“
This
way
,
madame
.
”
He
led
her
across
,
and
then
,
standing
suddenly
aside
.
“
Here
is
the
man
.
Do
you
know
him
?
”
And
as
he
spoke
,
his
eyes
,
gimlet
-
like
,
bored
into
her
face
,
seeking
to
read
her
mind
,
noting
every
indication
of
her
manner
.
But
Mrs
.
Renauld
remained
perfectly
calm
—
too
calm
,
I
felt
.
She
looked
down
at
the
corpse
almost
without
interest
,
certainly
without
any
sign
of
agitation
or
recognition
.
“
No
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
have
never
seen
him
in
my
life
.
He
is
quite
a
stranger
to
me
.
”
