He repeated it,
and after a minute's sullen refusal to speak, Estelle stamped her foot
savagely upon the floor, and collapsed into a state of hysterical
volubility. No, she had seen nothing, nothing! she protested in
French. Scarcely ever did she see her little friend now, and whose
fault was that? Would Monsieur Poleski answer her? As Monsieur
Poleski did nothing of the kind, she continued to rage. All men were
brutes! Yes, all! She had no friends now and if she did console
herself--what would he have?
Emile decided that she was speaking the truth, and that there was no
use wasting time in making other enquiries.
One thing seemed certain--that Arithelli had left the building. From
the Hippodrome he went next to her lodgings, also with no result. He
could only now suppose that Sobrenski had sent her off at a moment's
notice on some unusual errand. The possibility of her having gone to
the house in the Calle de Pescadores did not occur to him. According
to the last arrangement they were not expected there till after
midnight.
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