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Now
he
saw
the
red
mount
slightly
in
her
cheeks
,
but
she
replied
composedly
.
“
No
,
who
was
that
?
”
“
A
lady
.
”
“
Indeed
?
”
But
for
the
moment
the
magistrate
was
content
to
say
no
more
.
It
seemed
unlikely
that
Madame
Daubreuil
had
any
connection
with
the
crime
,
and
he
was
anxious
not
to
upset
Mrs
.
Renauld
more
than
necessary
.
He
made
a
sign
to
the
commissary
,
and
the
latter
replied
with
a
nod
.
Then
rising
,
he
went
across
the
room
,
and
returned
with
the
glass
jar
we
had
seen
in
the
outhouse
in
his
hand
.
From
this
,
he
took
the
dagger
.
“
Madame
,
”
he
said
gently
,
“
do
you
recognize
this
?
”
She
gave
a
little
cry
.
“
Yes
,
that
is
my
little
dagger
.
”
Then
—
she
saw
the
stained
point
,
and
she
drew
back
,
her
eyes
widening
with
horror
.
“
Is
that
—
blood
?
”
“
Yes
,
madame
.
Your
husband
was
killed
with
this
weapon
.
”
He
removed
it
hastily
from
sight
.
“
You
are
quite
sure
about
it
’
s
being
the
one
that
was
on
your
dressing
-
table
last
night
?
”
