“Your wife did come to America on the same vessel as I did.”
The Frenchman’s eyes blazed with passion and he compressed his lips.
“But,” continued Kidd, “I swear to you it was not a case of elopement. I did not even know your wife contemplated coming to this country until I met her on shipboard.”
“That is a nice tale.”
“It is a true one.”
“How can you prove it?”
“By your wife.”
“I have no wife.”
Jacquet’s speech contained more truth than he thought. Aimee Jacquet’s remains had become food for the fishes long before.
“You have a wife.”