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“
You
can
’
t
—
you
can
’
t
—
not
if
you
knew
—
”
And
then
,
as
though
rallying
herself
,
she
faced
me
squarely
,
and
asked
:
“
What
do
you
know
,
then
?
”
“
I
know
that
you
came
to
see
Mr
.
Renauld
that
night
.
He
offered
you
a
cheque
and
you
tore
it
up
indignantly
.
Then
you
left
the
house
—
”
I
paused
.
“
Go
on
—
what
next
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
whether
you
knew
that
Jack
Renauld
would
be
coming
that
night
,
or
whether
you
just
waited
about
on
the
chance
of
seeing
him
,
but
you
did
wait
about
.
Perhaps
you
were
just
miserable
,
and
walked
aimlessly
—
but
at
any
rate
just
before
twelve
you
were
still
near
there
,
and
you
saw
a
man
on
the
golf
links
—
”
Again
I
paused
.
I
had
leapt
to
the
truth
in
a
flash
as
she
entered
the
room
,
but
now
the
picture
rose
before
me
even
more
convincingly
.
I
saw
vividly
the
peculiar
pattern
of
the
overcoat
on
the
dead
body
of
Mr
.
Renauld
,
and
I
remembered
the
amazing
likeness
that
had
startled
me
into
believing
for
one
instant
that
the
dead
man
had
risen
from
the
dead
when
his
son
burst
into
our
conclave
in
the
salon
.
“
Go
on
,
”
repeated
the
girl
steadily
.
“
I
fancy
his
back
was
to
you
—
but
you
recognized
him
,
or
thought
you
recognized
him
.
The
gait
and
the
carriage
were
familiar
to
you
,
and
the
pattern
of
his
overcoat
.
”
I
paused
.
“
You
told
me
in
the
train
on
the
way
from
Paris
that
you
had
Italian
blood
in
your
veins
,
and
that
you
had
nearly
got
into
trouble
once
with
it
.
You
used
a
threat
in
one
of
your
letters
to
Jack
Renauld
.
When
you
saw
him
there
,
your
anger
and
jealousy
drove
you
mad
—
and
you
struck
!
I
don
’
t
believe
for
a
minute
that
you
meant
to
kill
him
.
But
you
did
kill
him
,
Cinderella
.
”
She
had
flung
up
her
hands
to
cover
her
face
,
and
in
a
choked
voice
she
said
:
