The Rome Express by Arthur Griffiths
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"I cannot, monsieur, not in the least." "Perchance you sent her on to your hotel to warn your friends that you were detained? To fetch them, perhaps, to you in your trouble?" The trap was neatly contrived, but she was not deceived. "How could I? I knew of no trouble when I saw her last." "Oh, indeed? and when was that?" "Last night, at Amberieux, as I have already told that gentleman." She pointed to M. Floçon, who was obliged to nod his head. "Well, she has gone away somewhere. It does not much matter, still it is odd, and for your sake we should like to help you to find her, if you do wish to find her?" Another little trap which failed. "Indeed I hardly think she is worth keeping after this barefaced desertion." "No, indeed. And she must be held to strict account for it, must justify it, give her reasons. So we must find her for you--" "I am not at all anxious, really," the Countess said, quickly, and the remark told against her. |
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