to your granddaughter?”
“Yes.” D’Avrigny reflected a moment; then approaching Noirtier:
“Pardon what I am going to say,” added he, “but no indication should be neglected in this terrible situation. Did you see poor Barrois die?”
Noirtier raised his eyes to heaven.
“Do you know of what he died!” asked d’Avrigny, placing his hand on Noirtier’s shoulder.
“Yes,” replied the old man.
“Do you think he died a natural death?”
A sort of smile was discernible on the motionless lips of Noirtier.
“Then you have thought that Barrois was poisoned?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think the poison he fell a victim to was intended for him?”
“No.”
“Do you think the same hand which unintentionally