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“
Yes
?
”
“
And
perhaps
you
’
ve
heard
about
this
crime
—
at
the
Villa
Geneviève
—
?
”
She
stared
at
me
.
Her
breast
heaved
,
and
her
eyes
grew
wide
and
round
.
“
You
don
’
t
mean
—
that
you
’
re
in
on
that
?
”
I
nodded
.
There
was
no
doubt
that
I
had
scored
heavily
.
Her
emotion
,
as
she
regarded
me
,
was
only
too
evident
.
For
some
few
seconds
,
she
remained
silent
,
staring
at
me
.
Then
she
nodded
her
head
emphatically
.
“
Well
,
if
that
doesn
’
t
beat
the
band
!
Tote
me
round
.
I
want
to
see
all
the
horrors
.
”
“
What
do
you
mean
?
”
“
What
I
say
.
Bless
the
boy
,
didn
’
t
I
tell
you
I
doted
on
crimes
?
What
do
you
think
I
’
m
imperilling
my
ankles
for
in
high
-
heeled
shoes
over
this
stubble
?
I
’
ve
been
nosing
round
for
hours
.
Tried
the
front
way
in
,
but
that
old
stick
-
in
-
the
-
mud
of
a
French
gendarme
wasn
’
t
taking
any
.
I
guess
Helen
of
Troy
,
and
Cleopatra
,
and
Mary
,
Queen
of
Scots
,
rolled
in
one
wouldn
’
t
cut
ice
with
him
!
It
’
s
a
real
piece
of
luck
happening
on
you
this
way
.
Come
on
,
show
me
all
the
sights
.
”
“
But
look
here
—
wait
a
minute
—
I
can
’
t
.
Nobody
’
s
allowed
in
.
They
’
re
awfully
strict
.
”
