"On the contrary, my dear sir, she has taken her liberty. She has gone away."
The thing seemed incredible to von Klausen:
"Away from Marseilles?"
Stainton nodded.
"That's it," he agreed.
There shot through von Klausen's mind the thought that this lunatic had killed her. If so, he would surely kill the lunatic or be killed in the attempt.
"I don't believe it," he said. "I believe that you are——"
"Captain von Klausen, I have learned all that I want to know about your religious faith, and I am not in the slightest degree interested in the question of your other beliefs. I say to you that my wife has gone away, and I am afraid that, whether you like it or not, you are obliged, for the present, to accept my word."
"I will not accept your word!"
"Pardon me, but I don't see what else you can very well do. Of course, you might watch the house, but the Corniche gets very hot by midday."