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116 I had arrived at the same conclusion, and was about to throw the letter away, when I saw there was more writing on the other side.

"Hallo! there's some more."

"Eh!" exclaimed that gentleman, genuinely astonished. "Does she take me for a greater fool than you?"

I waved to him to be silent.

I sprang to my feet. Sapt laid down his pipe.

"Antoinette de Mauban, by Heaven!" I cried.

"How do you know?" asked Sapt.

I told him what I knew of the lady, and how I knew it. He nodded.

"It's so far true that she's had a great row with Michael," said he thoughtfully.

"If she would, she could be useful," I said.

"I believe, though, that Michael wrote that letter."