"Are you surprised to see me, Monsieur?" I asked.
"A great delight is always more or less of a surprise in this work-a-day
world," he gallantly replied.
"But you can guess what has brought me?"
"Would that I could think it was only to give me a box at the theatre
this evening."
"It is partly that," I laughed. "Partly for the pleasure of seeing you,
of course. And partly--you know already, since you know everything, that
I am a friend of Mr. Dundas, the young Englishman accused of a murder
which he could not possibly have committed."
"Could not possibly have committed? Is that merely your opinion as a
loyal friend, or have you come to make a communication to me?"
"For that--and to offer you the stage-box for to-night."
"A thousand thanks for the box. As for the communication--"
"It's this. Mr. Dundas was in my house at the time when, according to
the doctors' statements, the murder must have been committed. Oh, it's a
hard thing for me to come and tell you this!" I went on hastily. "Not
that I'm ashamed to have received a call from him at that hour, as it
was necessary to see him then, or not at all. He meant to leave Paris
early in the morning.
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