--"
"Yes, that the Varin brothers had something to do with his
disappearance."
"Is that your opinion?"
"Yes."
"On what do you base your opinion?"
"When he left our house, Louis Lacombe carried a satchel containing all
the papers relating to his invention. Two days later, my husband, in
a conversation with one of the Varin brothers, learned that the papers
were in their possession."
"And he did not denounce them?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because there was something else in the satchel--something besides the
papers of Louis Lacombe."
"What was it?"
She hesitated; was on the point of speaking, but, finally, remained
silent. Daspry continued:
"I presume that is why your husband has kept a close watch over their
movements instead of informing the police. He hoped to recover the
papers and, at the same time, that compromising article which has
enabled the two brothers to hold over him threats of exposure and
blackmail."
"Over him, and over me."
"Ah! over you, also?"
"Over me, in particular."
She uttered the last words in a hollow voice. Daspry observed it; he
paced to and fro for a moment, then, turning to her, asked:
"Had you written to Louis Lacombe?"
"Of course. My husband had business with him--"
"Apart from those business letters, had you written to Louis
Lacombe.... other letters? Excuse my insistence, but it is absolutely
necessary that I should know the truth. Did you write other letters?"
"Yes," she replied, blushing.
"And those letters came into the possession of the Varin brothers?"
"Yes."
"Does Mon. Andermatt know it?"
"He has not seen them, but Alfred Varin has told him of their existence
and threatened to publish them if my husband should take any steps
against him. My husband was afraid.... of a scandal."
"But he has tried to recover the letters?"
"I think so; but I do not know. You see, after that last interview with
Alfred Varin, and after some harsh words between me and my husband in
which he called me to account--we live as strangers."
"In that case, as you have nothing to lose, what do you fear?"
"I may be indifferent to him now, but I am the woman that he has loved,
the one he would still love--oh! I am quite sure of that," she murmured,
in a fervent voice, "he would still love me if he had not got hold of
those cursed letters----"
"What! Did he succeed?....But the two brothers still defied him?"
"Yes, and they boasted of having a secure h
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