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〃That is settled；〃 she said softly； and gave a little laugh。 〃And now； Dereek； will you give me lunch？〃
〃No。〃
He drew in his breath sharply and rose to his feet。
〃I am sorry； but I told you … I have got an engagement。〃
〃You are lunching with someone else？ Bah！ I don't believe it。〃
〃I am lunching with that lady over there。〃
He crossed abruptly to where a lady in white had just e up the steps。 He addressed her a little breathlessly。
〃Miss Grey； will you … will you have lunch with me？ You met me at Lady Tamplin's； if you remember。〃
Katherine looked at him for a minute or so with those thoughtful grey eyes that said so much。
〃Thank you；〃 she said； after a moment's pause； 〃I should like to very much。〃
Chapter 19
AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR
The te de la Roche had just finished déjeuner； consisting of an omelette fines herbes； an entrec？te Bearnaise； and a Savarin au Rhum。 Wiping his fine black moustache delicately with his table napkin； the te rose from the table。 He passed through the salon of the villa； noting with appreciation the few objets d'art which were carelessly scattered about。 The Louis XV snuff…box； the satin shoe worn by Marie Antoite； and the other historic trifles were part of the te's mise en scene。 They were； he would explain to his fair visitors； heirlooms in his family。 Passing through on to the terrace； the te looked out on the Mediterranean with an unseeing eye。 He was in no mood for appreciating the beauties of scenery。 A fully matured scheme had been rudely brought to naught； and his plans had to be cast afresh。 Stretching himself out in a basket chair； a cigarette held between his white fingers； the te pondered deeply。
Presently Hippolyte； his manservant； brought out coffee and a choice of liqueurs。 The te selected some very fine old brandy。
As the man…servant was preparing to depart； the te arrested him with a slight gesture。 Hippolyte stood respectfully to attention。
His countenance was hardly a prepossessing one； but the correctitude of his demeanour went far to obliterate the fact。
He was now the picture of respectful attention。
〃It is possible；〃 said the te； 〃that in the course of the next few days various strangers may e to the house。 They will endeavour to scrape acquaintance with you and with Marie。 They will probably ask you various questions concerning me。〃
〃Yes； Monsieur le te。〃
〃Perhaps this has already happened？〃
〃No； Monsieur le te。〃
〃There have been no strangers about the place？ You are certain？〃
〃There has been no one； Monsieur le te。〃
〃That is well；〃 said the te drily； 〃nevertheless they will e … I am sure of it。 They will ask questions。〃
Hippolyte looked at his master in intelligent anticipation。
The te spoke slowly； without looking at Hippolyte。
〃As you know； I arrived here last Tuesday morning。 If the police or any other inquirer should question you； do not forget that fact。 I arrived on Tuesday； the 14th … not Wednesday； the 15th。 You understand？〃
〃Perfectly； Monsieur le te。〃
〃In an affair where a lady is concerned； it is always necessary to be discreet。 I feel certain； Hippolyte； that you can be discreet。〃
〃I can be discreet； Monsieur。〃
〃And Marie？〃
〃Marie also。 I will answer for her。〃
〃That is well then；〃 murmured the te。
When Hippolyte had withdrawn； the te sipped his black coffee with a reflective air。 Occasionally he frowned； once he shook his head slightly； twice he nodded it … into the midst of these cogitations came Hippolyte once more。
〃A lady； Monsieur。〃
〃A lady？〃
The te was surprised。 Not that a visit from a lady was an unusual thing at the Villa Marina； but at this particular moment the te could not think who the lady was likely to be。
〃She is； I think； a lady not known to Monsieur；〃 murmured the valet helpfully。
The te was more and more intrigued。
〃Show her out here； Hippolyte；〃 he manded。
A moment later a marvellous vision in orange and black stepped out on the terrace； acpanied by a strong perfume of exotic blossoms。
〃Monsieur le te de la Roche？〃
〃At your service； Mademoiselle；〃 said the te； bowing。
〃My name is Mirelle。 You may have heard of me。〃
〃Ah； indeed； Mademoiselle； but who has not been enchanted by the dancing of Mademoiselle Mirelle？ Exquisite！〃
The dancer acknowledged this pliment with a brief mechanical smile。
〃My descent upon you is unceremonious；〃 she began。
〃But seat yourself； I beg of you； Mademoiselle；〃 cried the te； bringing forward a chair。
Behind the gallantry of his manner he was observing her narrowly。 There were very few things that the te did not know about women。 True； his experience had not lain much in ladies of Mirelle's class； who were themselves predatory。 He and the dancer were； in a sense； birds of a feather。 His arts； the te knew； would be thrown away on Mirelle。 She was a Parisienne； and a shrewd one。 Nevertheless； there was one thing that the te could recognize infallibly when he saw it。 He knew at once that he was in the presence of a very angry woman； and an angry woman； as the te was well aware； always says more than is prudent； and is occasionally a source of profit to a level…headed gentleman who keeps cool。
〃It is most amiable of you； Mademoiselle； to honour my poor abode thus。〃
〃We have mutual friends in Paris；〃 said Mirelle。 〃I have heard of you from them； but I e to see you today for another reason。 I have heard of you since I came to Nice … in a different way； you understand。〃
〃Ah？〃 said the te softly。
〃I will be brutal；〃 continued the dancer； 〃nevertheless； believe that I have your welfare at heart。 They are saying in Nice； Monsieur le te； that you are the murderer of the English lady； Madame Kettering。〃
〃I … the murderer of Madame Kettering？ Pah！ But how absurd！〃
He spoke more languidly than indignantly； knowing that he would thus provoke her further。
〃But yes；〃 she insisted； 〃it is as I tell you。〃
〃It amuses people to talk；〃 murmured the te indifferently。 〃It would be beneath me to take such wild accusations seriously。〃
〃You do not understand。〃 Mirelle bent forward； her dark eyes flashing。 〃It is not the idle talk of those in the streets。 It is the police。〃
〃The police … ah？〃
The te sat up； alert once more。
Mirelle nodded her head vigorously several times。
〃Yes； yes。 You prehend me … I have friends everywhere。 The Prefect himself …〃
She left the sentence unfinished； with an eloquent shrug of the shoulders。
〃Who is not indiscreet where a beautiful woman is concerned？〃 murmured the Count politely。
〃The police believe that you killed Mrs Kettering。 But they are wrong。〃
〃Certainly they are wrong；〃 agreed the te easily。
〃You say that； but you do not know the truth。 I do。〃
The te looked at her curiously。
〃You know who killed Madame Kettering？ Is that what you would say； Mademoiselle？〃
Mirelle nodded vehemently。
〃Yes。〃
〃Who was it？〃 asked the te sharply。
〃Her husband。〃 She bent nearer to the te； speaking in a low voice that vibrated with anger and excitement。 〃It was her husband who killed her。〃
The te leant back in his chair。 His face was a mask。
〃Let me ask you； Mademoiselle … how do you know this？〃
〃How do I know it？〃 Mirelle sprang to her feet； with a laugh。 〃He boasted of it beforehand。 He was ruined； bankrupt； dishonoured。 Only the death of his wife could save him。 He told me so。 He travelled on the same train … but she was not to know it。 Why was that； I ask you？ So that he might creep upon her in the night … Ah！ …〃 she shut her eyes … 〃I can see it happening。。。〃
The Count coughed。
〃Perhaps … perhaps；〃 he murmured。 〃But surely； Mademoiselle； in that case he would not steal the jewels？〃
〃The jewels！〃 breathed Mirelle。 〃The jewels。 Ah！ Those rubies。。。〃
Her eyes grew misty； a far…away light in them。 The te looked at her curiously； wondering for the hundredth time at the magical influence of precious stones on the female sex。 He recalled her to practical matters。
〃What do you want me to do； Mademoiselle？〃
Mirelle became alert and businesslike once more。
〃Surely it is simple。 You will go to the police。 You will say to them that M。 Kettering mitted this crime。〃
〃And if they do not believe me？ If they ask for proof？〃 He was eyeing her closely。
Mirelle laughed softly； and drew her orange…and…black wrap closer round her。
〃Send them to me； Monsieur le te；〃 she said softly； 〃I will give them the proof they want。〃
Upon that she was gone； an impetuous whirlwind； her errand acplished。
The te looked after her； his eyebrows delicately raised。
〃She is in a fury；〃 he murmured。 〃What has happened now to upset her？ But she shows her hand too plainly。 Does she really believe that Mr Kettering killed his wife？ She would like me to believe it。 She would even like the police to believe it。〃
He smiled to himself。 He had no intention whatsoever of going to the police。 He saw various other possibilities； to judge by his smile； an agreeable vista of them。
Presently； however； his brow clouded。 According to Mirelle； he was suspected by the police。 That might be true or it might not。
An angry woman of the type of the dancer was not likely to bother about the strict veracity of her statements。 On the other hand； she might easily have obtained inside information。
In that case … his mouth set grimly … in that case he must take certain precautions。
He went into the house and questioned Hippolyte closely once more as to whether any strangers had been to the house。 The valet was positive in his assurances that this was not the case。 The te went up to his bedroom and crossed over to an old bureau that stood against the wall。 He let down the lid of this； and his delicate fingers sought a spring at the back of one of the pigeonholes。
A secret drawer flew out； in it was a small brown paper package。 The te took this out and weighed it in his hand carefully for a minute or two。 Raising his hand to his head； with a slight grimace he pulled out a single hair。 This he placed on the lip of the drawer and shut it carefully。 Still carrying the small parcel in his hand； he went downstairs and out of the house to the garage； where stood a scarlet two…seater car。 Ten minutes later he had taken the road for Monte Carlo。
He spent a few hours at the Casino； then sauntered out into the town。 Presently he reentered the car and drove off in the direction of Mentone。 Earlier in the afternoon he had noticed an inconspicuous grey car some little distance behind him。 He noticed it again now。 He smiled to himself。 The road was climbing steadily upwards。 The te's foot pressed hard on the accelerator。 The little red car had been specially built to the te's design； and had a far more powerful engine than would have been suspected from its appearance。 It shot ahead。
Presently he looked back and smiled； the grey car was following behind。 Smothered in dust； the little red car leaped along the road。 It was travelling now at a dangerous pace； but the te was a first…class driver。
Now they were going downhill； twisting and curving unceasingly。 Presently the car slackened speed； and finally came to a standstill before a Bureau de P