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“
You
are
sure
?
”
“
Quite
sure
.
”
“
You
do
not
recognize
in
him
one
of
your
assailants
,
for
instance
?
”
“
No
,
”
she
seemed
to
hesitate
,
as
though
struck
by
the
idea
.
“
No
,
I
do
not
think
so
.
Of
course
they
wore
beards
—
false
ones
the
examining
magistrate
thought
,
but
still
—
no
.
”
Now
she
seemed
to
make
her
mind
up
definitely
.
“
I
am
sure
neither
of
the
two
was
this
man
.
”
“
Very
well
,
madame
.
That
is
all
,
then
.
”
She
stepped
out
with
head
erect
,
the
sun
flashing
on
the
silver
threads
in
her
hair
.
Jack
Renauld
succeeded
her
.
He
,
too
,
failed
to
identify
the
man
,
in
a
completely
natural
manner
.
Giraud
merely
grunted
.
Whether
he
was
pleased
or
chagrined
I
could
not
tell
.
He
merely
called
to
Marchaud
:
“
You
have
got
the
other
there
?
”
“
Yes
,
monsieur
.
”
“
Bring
her
in
then
.
”
