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[Kehrer Romjue]

Ave a taste of that pie myself, it smelt so good, but I waited.
Theodore woke at nine o'clock. He
struggled like a fool, but he still appeared half dazed. No doubt he
thought that he was dreaming. Then

I sat down on the edge of the bed and cut myself off a large piece of
the
pie. I ate it with marked relish in front of Theodore, whose
eyes nearly started out of their sockets. Then I brewed myself a cup of
coffee. The
mingled odour of coffee and garlic filled the room. It was delicious. I
thought that
Theodore would have a fit. The veins stood out on his forehead

and a kind of gurgle came from behind the scarf round his

mouth. Then I told him he could partake of the pie and coffee if he
told
me what he had done with the bracelet. He shook his head furiously, and
I left the pie, the cognac and the coffee on the table
before

him and went into the antechamber, closing the office door behind me,
and leaving him to meditate on his treachery. What I wanted to avoid
above everything was the traitor meeting M. Jean Duval. He had the
bracelet--of that

I was as convinced as that I was alive. But what could he do with a
piece of false jewellery? He could

not dispose of it, save to

a vendor of theatrical properties, who no doubt was well acquainted
with the trinket and would not give more than a couple

of francs for what was obviously stolen
property. After all, I had promised Theodore twenty francs; he would
not be such a fool as to sell that birthright
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