"You?" said Marcel, astonished, as he ceased for a moment admiring his superb silk waistcoat.
"Yes, it was there that she told me what she saw in the ring, half an hour after I met Villebois there for the first time. And I fully believe it saved Delapine's life, for it was owing to Violette's clairvoyance of the sealed envelope that I persuaded Dr. Roux to cease performing the autopsy."
"Good gracious," said Marcel, "here are three people who go and get married and their wives receive handsome dots all because you happened to sit down and smoke a pipe outside a café. Well! if that doesn't beat the professor's play at the tables I'm a Dutchman."
"I wonder whether we have heard the last of Delapine," said Violette.
"The last of Delapine!" exclaimed Marcel. "Don't worry, you will hear plenty more yet about him."
"Don't you remember he told Renée that when he recovered he intended to dictate his memoirs?"
"Yes, I remember, and in his speech at the Sorbonne he said he was going to make history instead of learning it."
"By Jove," said Marcel, "you are right. We are going to have some fun ahead to look forward to."
"Céleste," said Riche, as he took her little hand in his, "we are nobodies just now. The effulgence of Delapine and Marcel is too dazzling. I think we had better wait a few weeks until everyone is breathing a more sober atmosphere, and then we can have a quiet wedding all to ourselves." And they did.