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“
Your
idea
of
a
woman
is
some
one
who
gets
on
a
chair
and
shrieks
if
she
sees
a
mouse
.
That
’
s
all
prehistoric
.
But
you
will
show
me
round
,
won
’
t
you
?
You
see
,
it
might
make
a
big
difference
to
me
.
”
“
In
what
way
?
”
“
They
’
re
keeping
all
the
reporters
out
.
I
might
make
a
big
scoop
with
one
of
the
papers
.
You
don
’
t
know
how
much
they
pay
for
a
bit
of
inside
stuff
.
”
I
hesitated
.
She
slipped
a
small
soft
hand
into
mine
.
“
Please
—
there
’
s
a
dear
.
”
I
capitulated
.
Secretly
,
I
knew
that
I
should
rather
enjoy
the
part
of
showman
.
After
all
,
the
moral
attitude
displayed
by
the
girl
was
none
of
my
business
.
I
was
a
little
nervous
as
to
what
the
examining
magistrate
might
say
,
but
I
reassured
myself
by
the
reflection
that
no
harm
could
possibly
be
done
.
We
repaired
first
to
the
spot
where
the
body
had
been
discovered
.
A
man
was
on
guard
there
,
who
saluted
respectfully
,
knowing
me
by
sight
,
and
raised
no
question
as
to
my
companion
.
Presumably
he
regarded
her
as
vouched
for
by
me
.
I
explained
to
Cinderella
just
how
the
discovery
had
been
made
,
and
she
listened
attentively
,
sometimes
putting
an
intelligent
question
.
Then
we
turned
our
steps
in
the
direction
of
the
Villa
.
I
proceeded
rather
cautiously
,
for
,
truth
to
tell
,
I
was
not
at
all
anxious
to
meet
any
one
.
I
took
the
girl
through
the
shrubbery
round
to
the
back
of
the
house
where
the
small
shed
was
.
I
recollected
that
yesterday
evening
,
after
relocking
the
door
,
M
.
Bex
had
left
the
key
with
the
sergent
de
ville
Marchaud
,
“
in
case
M
.
Giraud
should
require
it
while
we
are
upstairs
.
”
I
thought
it
quite
likely
that
the
Sûreté
detective
,
after
using
it
,
had
returned
it
to
Marchaud
again
.
Leaving
the
girl
out
of
sight
in
the
shrubbery
,
I
entered
the
house
.
Marchaud
was
on
duty
outside
the
door
of
the
salon
.
From
within
came
the
murmur
of
voices
.
“
Monsieur
desires
Hautet
?
He
is
within
.
He
is
again
interrogating
Françoise
.
”
“
No
,
”
I
said
hastily
,
“
I
don
’
t
want
him
.
But
I
should
very
much
like
the
key
of
the
shed
outside
if
it
is
not
against
regulations
.
”
