“Go on!” “People talked to you in Paris about us,” she continued, “about Anna the virtuous and Annabel the rake. They were those of the Irish watchman. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat. " "Rely on me," rejoined the executioner, throwing away his pipe, which was just finished. If and when Ray was ever found, she would be long gone and they would be unable to explain what had happened to him. If I had known that you had meant to talk like this I wouldn’t have come here. ” “The inference is, then,” the detective said smoothly, “that this man obtained admission to your rooms by means of a false key, that he burnt some papers here and shot himself within a few moments of your return. Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly.
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