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"I went to the church, and they were allowing tourists into the ruins I flirted with that ridiculous Professor Dubois, and learned that he was certain he was near to discovering the coffin of a noblewo She had been his round because of her evil practices I kept at it as long as I could, and yet I was being urged out They were closing down for the day Still, I lingered, wondering if I could sneak back and eavesdrop on the workers One of theod-awful scream I have ever heard The felloho had followedfor a way out While I was banging away at the church door, the worker who had come after me suddenly reappeared and broke the door down"

"You heard a scream--but how do you know that someone had been murdered?" Jacques asked

"Because his coworker said he had beento the police"

"But he didn’t urge you to go to the police?"

"No, he urged o home"

"Could the one fellow have killed the other?"

"No, I just told you, he had co at one another e both heard the screao to the police?"

Tara let out a long sigh "He swore toto the police, and see that I not go with hione with hi his head "What could you have said? What do you know? You know that you heard a screaet yourself some Take a few deep breaths Settle down"

"Where is Ann?"

"Delayed at her office Thank God"

"Why do you say that?"

"She thinks I a my mind She would be furious that you took er"

"Did you put er?"

"I didn’t intend to," he said softly He was frowning "But at least you were out of the crypt, and you did not go to the police"

"Wait, a minute As a decent citizen--"

"You’re American, not French"

"As a hu you could have done"

"I still think I should turn around right now and go back and talk to thereat it worried her His face had gone ashen; he looked weak and frail

"But--"

"The felloho urged you to leave was doing you a great service You ation So and erous If your naer"

"Grandpapa," Tara said, "you ht a noblewoman was buried there Was she buried with a tremendous fortune? What would cause someone to commit murder over a corpse?"

"Get your brandy," he co, she did as he said She sed the contents of a s for breath Warmth flooded her She hadn’t realized that she had felt so cold She poured more, then took a seat by his bed

"Tell me--"

"What about this felloho insisted you leave?"

"What about hilish, Italian--"

"Aht and thirty-five, I believe" Jacques was frowning again "And what did he look like?"

"Dusty"

Jacques frowned

"Tall, wiry build Strong--he broke down a very heavy door for us to escape from the main church

Brown hair, I think Hazel eyes"

"Short hair?"

She shook her head "Probably below collar length It was tied back" Jacques shook his head, frowning, not looking at her, but see to search soes"