the words, and here was a beautiful girl of twenty versed in those
very tricks of imposture which would make Mme. Dauvray her natural
prey!

Ricardo looked at Wethermill, doubtful whether he should tell what
he knew of Celia Harland or not. But before he had decided a knock
came upon the door.

"Here is Perrichet," said Hanaud, taking up his hat. "We will go
down to the Villa Rose."




CHAPTER III

PERRICHET'S STORY


Perrichet was a young, thick-set man, with, a red, fair face, and
a moustache and hair so pale in colour that they were almost
silver. He came into the room with an air of importance.

"Aha!" said Hanaud, with a malicious smile. "You went to bed late
last night, my friend. Yet you were up early enough to read the
newspaper. Well, I am to have the honour of being associated with
you in this case."

Perrichet twirled his cap awkwardly and blushed.