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“
Look
at
the
dead
man
.
Have
you
ever
seen
him
before
?
”
Drawing
nearer
,
a
little
of
the
colour
creeping
back
to
her
face
,
Madame
Daubreuil
looked
down
at
the
victim
with
a
certain
amount
of
interest
and
curiosity
.
Then
she
shook
her
head
.
“
I
do
not
know
him
.
”
It
seemed
impossible
to
doubt
her
,
the
words
came
so
naturally
.
Giraud
dismissed
her
with
a
nod
of
the
head
.
“
You
are
letting
her
go
?
”
I
asked
in
a
low
voice
.
“
Is
that
wise
?
Surely
that
black
hair
is
from
her
head
.
”
“
I
do
not
need
teaching
my
business
,
”
said
Giraud
dryly
.
“
She
is
under
surveillance
.
I
have
no
wish
to
arrest
her
as
yet
.
”
Then
,
frowning
,
he
gazed
down
at
the
body
.
“
Should
you
say
that
was
a
Spanish
type
at
all
?
”
he
asked
suddenly
.
I
considered
the
face
carefully
.
“
No
,
”
I
said
at
last
.
“
I
should
put
him
down
as
a
Frenchman
most
decidedly
.
”
Giraud
gave
a
grunt
of
dissatisfaction
.
