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"It's all for nothing!" he screa

but the one necklace and a handful of rings!"

In a frenzy he actually stooped over the dead woman and questioned

her

"Tell us--where did you hide theirl will know," said Helene

Wethermill rose up and looked wildly at Celia

"Yes, yes," he said

He had no scruple, no pity any longer for the girl There was no

gain from the criuillotine for nothing He ran to the writing-table,

tore off half a sheet of paper, and brought it over with a pencil

to the sofa He gave the out the

sofa fronol's help, and made her sit in the round He unbound her wrists and fingers, and

Vauquier placed the writing-pad and the paper on the girl's knees

Her arms were still pinioned above the elbows; she could not raise

her hands high enough to snatch the scarf from her lips But with

the pad held up to her she could write

"Where did she keep her jewels! Quick! Take the pencil and write,"

said Wether her left wrist

Vauquier thrust the pencil into her right hand, and aardly and

slowly her gloved fingers e