ngry 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 Poste。 The te jumped out； lifted the lid of the tool chest； extracted the small brown paper parcel and hurried into the post office。 Two minutes later he was driving once more in the direction of Mentone。 When the grey car arrived there； the te was drinking English five o'clock tea on the terrace of one of the hotels。
Later； he drove back to Monte Carlo； dined there； and reached home once more at eleven o'clock。 Hippolyte came out to meet him with a disturbed face。
〃Ah！ Monsieur le te has arrived。 Monsieur le te did not telephone me； by any chance？〃
The te shook his head。
〃And yet at three o'clock I received a summons from Monsieur le te； to present myself to him at Nice； at the Negresco。〃
〃Really；〃 said the te； 〃and you went？〃
〃Certainly； Monsieur； but at the Negresco they knew nothing of Monsieur le te … he had not been there。〃
〃Ah〃 said the te； 〃doubtless at that hour Marie was out doing her afternoon marketing？〃
〃That is so； Monsieur le te。〃
〃Ah； well；〃 said the te； 〃it