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11. Jack Renauld
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“YouservedintheEnglishFlyingCorps,didyounot?”
“Yes,M.lejuge.”
M.Hautetnoddedhishead,andproceededwithhisinquiriesalongthe,bynow,well-knownlines.Inresponse,JackRenaulddeclareddefinitelythatheknewnothingofanyenmityhisfathermighthaveincurredinthecityofSantiago,orelsewhereintheSouthAmericancontinent,thathehadnoticednochangeinhisfather’smanneroflate,andthathehadneverheardhimrefertoasecret.HehadregardedthemissiontoSouthAmericaasconnectedwithbusinessinterests.
AsM.Hautetpausedforaminute,thequietvoiceofGiraudbrokein.
“Ishouldliketoputafewquestionsonmyownaccount,M.lejuge.”
“Byallmeans,M.Giraud,ifyouwish,”saidthemagistratecoldly.
Giraudedgedhischairalittlenearertothetable.
“Wereyouongoodtermswithyourfather,M.Renauld?”
“CertainlyIwas,”returnedtheladhaughtily.
“Youassertthatpositively?”
“Yes.”
“Nolittledisputes,eh?”
Jackshruggedhisshoulders.“Everyonemayhaveadifferenceofopinionnowandthen.”
“Quiteso,quiteso.ButifanyoneweretoassertthatyouhadaviolentquarrelwithyourfatherontheeveofyourdepartureforParis,thatperson,withoutdoubt,wouldbelying?”
IcouldnotbutadmiretheingenuityofGiraud.Hisboast“Iknoweverything”hadbeennoidleone.JackRenauldwasclearlydisconcertedbythequestion.
“We—wedidhaveanargument,”headmitted.
