Chapter X
The General sat for a time staring hard at the bit of torn lace and the broken beads. Then he spoke out firmly:
"It is my duty to withhold nothing. It is not the lace. That I could not swear to; for me—and probably for most men—two pieces of lace are very much the same. But I think I have seen these beads, or something exactly like them, before."
"Where? When?"
"They formed part of the trimming of a mantle worn by the Contessa di Castagneto."
"Ah!" it was the same interjection uttered simultaneously by the three Frenchmen, but each had a very different note; in the Judge it was deep interest, in the detective triumph, in the Commissary indignation, as when he caught a criminal red-handed.
"Did she wear it on the journey?" continued the Judge.
"As to that I cannot say."
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