And he heard again the mad monotone of Andre's voice, crying
plaintively, "HAS ANY ONE SEEN BLACK ROGER AUDEMARD?"
His blood ran a little faster, and his old craft was a dominantly
living thing within him once more. Love had dulled both his
ingenuity and his desire. For a space a thing had risen before him
that was mightier than the majesty of the Law, and he had TRIED to
miss the bull's-eye--because of his love for the wife of St.
Pierre Boulain. Now he shot squarely for it, and the bell rang in
his brain. Two times two again made four. Facts assembled
themselves like arguments in flesh and blood. Those facts would
have convinced Superintendent McVane, and they now convinced
David. He had set out to get Black Roger Audemard, alive or dead.
And Black Roger, wholesale murderer, a monster who had painted the
blackest page of crime known in the history of Canadian law, was
closely and vitally associated with Marie-Anne and St. Pierre
Boulain!
The thing was a shock, but Carrigan no longer tried to evade the
point. His business was no longer with a man supposed to be a
thousand or fifteen hundred miles farther north. It was with
Marie-Anne, St.
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