” “I will see that he gets it immediately on his return,” the lady promised. Blank it was, except for a gate near the bridgehead. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. His statement was treated with derision. He appeared to thunder dire happenings if she did not obey him without further ado. The blaze, however, was sufficient to reveal to the thief-taker the features of his intended assassin. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. Afterwards we started for a motor ride to a place outside Paris for déjeuner, and I suppose the man’s nerve failed him. The unknown, previously so attractive, now presented another face—blank. Whatever you need to do, it is your business. I fight.
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