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"You ive it as it is to the

police"

Then he bent once more over Marthe Gobin

"Did she suffer?" he asked in a low voice

"No; death lad of that," said Hanaud, as he rose again to his feet

In the doorway the driver of the cab was standing

"What has he to say?" Hanaud asked

The man stepped forward instantly He was an old, red-faced, stout

man, with a shiny white tall hat, like a thousand drivers of cabs

"What have I to say, rumbled in a husky voice "I

take up the poor woman at the station and I drive her where she

bids me, and I find her dead, and my day is lost Who will pay my

fare, monsieur?"

"I will," said Hanaud "There it is," and he handed the man a

five-franc piece "Now, answer me! Do you tell me that this wo about it?"

"But what should I know? I take her up at the station, and all the

way up the hill her head is every , 'Faster, faster!' Oh, the good woman was in a hurry! But

for me I take no notice The more she shouts, the less I hear; I

bury my head between my shoulders, and I look ahead of me and I

take no notice One cannot expect cab-horses to run up these

hills; it is not reasonable" "So you went at a walk," said

Hanaud He beckoned to Ricardo, and said to the er: "M

Besnard will, no doubt, be here in a few e d'Instruction There is nothing that we can do"