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"Did Helene Vauquier, then, speak the truth?" he asked "No; the

woht, who returned home with Mme

Dauvray and Mlle Celie, was not a woht black eyes Look!" And, fetching his pocket-book from his

pocket, he unfolded a sheet of paper and showed the red hair

"I picked that up on the table-the round satinwood table in the

salon It was easy not to see it, but I did see it Now, that is

not Mlle Celie's hair, which is fair; nor Mme Dauvray's, which

is dyed brown; nor Helene Vauquier's, which is black; nor the

charworey It is therefore from the head of our unknooman And I

will tell you more This woman with the red hair--she is in

Geneva"

A startled exclamation burst from Ricardo Harry Wethermill sat

slowly down For the first time that day there had come some

colour into his cheeks, a sparkle into his eye

"But that is wonderful!" he cried "How did you find that out?"

Hanaud leaned back in his chair and took a pull at his cigar He

was obviously pleased with Wethermill's admiration

"Yes, how did you find it out?" Ricardo repeated

Hanaud smiled

"As to that," he said, "remember I am the captain of the ship, and

I do not show you my observation" Ricardo was disappointed Harry

Wethermill, however, started to his feet