Pierre Boulain's men--while close beside him, silent in these
hours of silence, David felt growing nearer and still nearer to
him the presence of St. Pierre's wife.
On the strip of sand Andre, the Broken Man, rose and stood like
the stub of a misshapen tree. And then slowly he moved on and was
swallowed up in the mellow glow of the night.
"It is at night that he seeks," said St. Pierre's wife, for it was
as if David had spoken the thought that was in his mind.
David, for a moment, was silent. And then he said, "You asked me
to tell you about Black Roger Audemard. I will, if you care to
have me. Do you?"
He saw the nodding of her head, though the moon and star-mist
veiled her face.
"Yes. What do the Police say about Roger Audemard?"
He told her. And not once in the telling of the story did she
speak or move. It was a terrible story at best, he thought, but he
did not weaken it by smoothing over the details. This was his
opportunity. He wanted her to know why he must possess the body of
Roger Audemard, if not alive, then dead, and he wanted her to
understand how important it was that he learn more about Andre,
the Broken Man.
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