But still there was a cloud of mystery; to what
use could Beauvais put them? He threw the key to the landlord.
"You lied to me when you said that no one had entered that room,"
he said.
"O, Herr, I told you that no one but the police had been in the
room since your departure. They made a search the next morning.
Herr Hamilton was suspected of being a spy of the duchy's. I
could not interfere with the police."
Maurice saw that there was nothing to be got from the landlord,
who was as much in the dark as he. He passed into the street and
walked without any particular end in view. O, he would return to
the Red Chateau, if only to deliver himself of the picturesque
and opinionated address on Madame. Once he saw his reflection in
a window glass, and he stopped and muttered at it.
"Eh, bien, as Madame herself says, we develop with crises, and
certainly there is one not far distant. I never could write what
I wish to say to Madame; I'll go back to-morrow morning."
Situated between the university and the Grand Hotel on the left
hand side of the Konigstrasse, east, stood an historical relic
of the days when Austria, together with the small independent
states, strove to shake off the Napoleonic yoke.
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