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"
I
don
’
t
mind
.
However
I
’
ll
pick
up
Gausse
at
the
hotel
—
"
Nicole
stayed
awake
after
he
had
departed
wondering
what
offense
they
could
have
committed
;
then
she
slept
.
A
little
after
three
when
Dick
came
in
she
sat
up
stark
awake
saying
,
"
What
?
"
as
if
to
a
character
in
her
dream
.
"
It
was
an
extraordinary
story
—
"
Dick
said
.
He
sat
on
the
foot
of
her
bed
,
telling
her
how
he
had
roused
old
Gausse
from
an
Alsatian
coma
,
told
him
to
clean
out
his
cash
drawer
,
and
driven
with
him
to
the
police
station
.
"
I
don
’
t
like
to
do
something
for
that
Anglaise
,
"
Gausse
grumbled
.
Mary
North
and
Lady
Caroline
,
dressed
in
the
costume
of
French
sailors
,
lounged
on
a
bench
outside
the
two
dingy
cells
.
The
latter
had
the
outraged
air
of
a
Briton
who
momentarily
expected
the
Mediterranean
fleet
to
steam
up
to
her
assistance
.
Mary
Minghetti
was
in
a
condition
of
panic
and
collapse
—
she
literally
flung
herself
at
Dick
’
s
stomach
as
though
that
were
the
point
of
greatest
association
,
imploring
him
to
do
something
.
Meanwhile
the
chief
of
police
explained
the
matter
to
Gausse
who
listened
to
each
word
with
reluctance
,
divided
between
being
properly
appreciative
of
the
officer
’
s
narrative
gift
and
showing
that
,
as
the
perfect
servant
,
the
story
had
no
shocking
effect
on
him
.
"
It
was
merely
a
lark
,
"
said
Lady
Caroline
with
scorn
.
"
We
were
pretending
to
be
sailors
on
leave
,
and
we
picked
up
two
silly
girls
.
They
got
the
wind
up
and
made
a
rotten
scene
in
a
lodging
house
.
"
Dick
nodded
gravely
,
looking
at
the
stone
floor
,
like
a
priest
in
the
confessional
—
he
was
torn
between
a
tendency
to
ironic
laughter
and
another
tendency
to
order
fifty
stripes
of
the
cat
and
a
fortnight
of
bread
and
water
.
The
lack
,
in
Lady
Caroline
’
s
face
,
of
any
sense
of
evil
,
except
the
evil
wrought
by
cowardly
Provençal
girls
and
stupid
police
,
confounded
him
;
yet
he
had
long
concluded
that
certain
classes
of
English
people
lived
upon
a
concentrated
essence
of
the
anti
-
social
that
,
in
comparison
,
reduced
the
gorgings
of
New
York
to
something
like
a
child
contracting
indigestion
from
ice
cream
.
"
I
’
ve
got
to
get
out
before
Hosain
hears
about
this
,
"
Mary
pleaded
.
"
Dick
,
you
can
always
arrange
things
—
you
always
could
.
Tell
’
em
we
’
ll
go
right
home
,
tell
’
em
we
’
ll
pay
anything
.
"
"
I
shall
not
,
"
said
Lady
Caroline
disdainfully
.
"
Not
a
shilling
.
But
I
shall
jolly
well
find
out
what
the
Consulate
in
Cannes
has
to
say
about
this
.
"
"
No
,
no
!
"
insisted
Mary
.
"
We
’
ve
got
to
get
out
to
-
night
.
"
