"Why," said the man evidently not speaking to Jeanne, "didn't you say
that she ran down along the bank of the river, screaming that he had
killed himself for her sake?"
"Yes, I said that," answered another man's voice, astonished and on the
defense, "and she _did_ too! and when the body was pulled out she flung
herself down on it, and shrieked that she wanted to die with him."
Jeanne broke in now, at the top of her voice, calling Heaven and earth
and all the saints to witness that she never heard of anything so
preposterous in her life, and that anybody in Bayonne could tell them
so, and what crazy stories would people be making up next out of whole
cloth? "Some one is trying to play a joke on M. l'Inspecteur from Saint
Sauveur. Nobody _could_ have heard our Madame say such things, because
she couldn't possibly have said them, any more than she could about a
clerk who sold her a yard of cloth over the counter. For she didn't know
any more about the young man than that! Why, she _never_ knew him except
as the son of one of her friends. He never came to the house, and more
than that she hadn't even laid eyes on him for more than two years. He
had been in America and is only just returned, day before yesterday.
_Any_body you ask here can tell you that."
"Nom de Dieu!" said the first man's voice in extreme surprise. "Hadn't
seen him for two years!"
"No, he hasn't even been in France since he was a little young boy!" The
first man laughed as though the joke were on his comrade.
The second man's voice said, still defending himself, but now
uncertainly, "Very queer his following her right up there, if he
scarcely knew her--what was _he_ doing in Saint Sauveur at this season,
I'd like to know, if not...."
"Oh, as to that," said Jeanne carelessly, "I happen to know why he was
there. I saw the young monsieur day before yesterday, just as he was
about to take the seven o'clock train, valise in hand, and I had a talk
with him, our young mademoiselle and I."
"Why, I thought you hardly knew him by sight in this house and he never
came here," broke in the second policeman suspiciously.
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