Part 26 (1/2)

”Oh, I played a round of golf with Jacques d'Ormeval, who rather fancies himself as an athlete, and I played at dolls with their two charming little girls!”

The d'Ormevals came up and exchanged a few words with them. Madame d'Ormeval said that her two daughters had gone back to Paris that morning with their governess. Her husband, a great tall fellow with a yellow beard, carrying his blazer over his arm and puffing out his chest under a cellular s.h.i.+rt, complained of the heat:

”Have you the key of the cabin, Therese?” he asked his wife, when they had left Renine and Hortense and stopped at the top of the stairs, a few yards away.

”Here it is,” said the wife. ”Are you going to read your papers?”

”Yes. Unless we go for a stroll?...”

”I had rather wait till the afternoon: do you mind? I have a lot of letters to write this morning.”

”Very well. We'll go on the cliff.”

Hortense and Renine exchanged a glance of surprise. Was this suggestion accidental? Or had they before them, contrary to their expectations, the very couple of whom they were in search?

Hortense tried to laugh:

”My heart is thumping,” she said. ”Nevertheless, I absolutely refuse to believe in anything so improbable. 'My husband and I have never had the slightest quarrel,' she said to me. No, it's quite clear that those two get on admirably.”

”We shall see presently, at the Trois Mathildes, if one of them comes to meet the brother and sister.”

M. d'Ormeval had gone down the stairs, while his wife stood leaning on the bal.u.s.trade of the terrace. She had a beautiful, slender, supple figure. Her clear-cut profile was emphasized by a rather too prominent chin when at rest; and, when it was not smiling, the face gave an expression of sadness and suffering.

”Have you lost something, Jacques?” she called out to her husband, who was stooping over the s.h.i.+ngle.

”Yes, the key,” he said. ”It slipped out of my hand.”

She went down to him and began to look also. For two or three minutes, as they sheered off to the right and remained close to the bottom of the under-cliff, they were invisible to Hortense and Renine. Their voices were covered by the noise of a dispute which had arisen among the bridge-players.

They reappeared almost simultaneously. Madame d'Ormeval slowly climbed a few steps of the stairs and then stopped and turned her face towards the sea. Her husband had thrown his blazer over his shoulders and was making for the isolated cabin. As he pa.s.sed the bridge-players, they asked him for a decision, pointing to their cards spread out upon the table. But, with a wave of the hand, he refused to give an opinion and walked on, covered the thirty yards which divided them from the cabin, opened the door and went in.

Therese d'Ormeval came back to the terrace and remained for ten minutes sitting on a bench. Then she came out through the casino. Hortense, on leaning forward, saw her entering one of the chalets annexed to the Hotel Hauville and, a moment later, caught sight of her again on the balcony.

”Eleven o'clock,” said Renine. ”Whoever it is, he or she, or one of the card-players, or one of their wives, it won't be long before some one goes to the appointed place.”

Nevertheless, twenty minutes pa.s.sed and twenty-five; and no one stirred.

”Perhaps Madame d'Ormeval has gone.” Hortense suggested, anxiously. ”She is no longer on her balcony.”

”If she is at the Trois Mathildes,” said Renine, ”we will go and catch her there.”

He was rising to his feet, when a fresh discussion broke out among the bridge-players and one of them exclaimed:

”Let's put it to d'Ormeval.”

”Very well,” said his adversary. ”I'll accept his decision ... if he consents to act as umpire. He was rather huffy just now.”

They called out: