He was swift to
readjust himself. It came suddenly back to him how he had grinned
behind the rock, when death seemed close at hand. And St. Pierre
was like that now. David measured him again as the chief of the
Boulains sat down opposite him. Such a man could not be afraid of
anything on the face of the earth, even of the Law. The gleam that
lay in his eyes told David that as they met his own over the
table. "We are smiling now because it happens to please us," David
read in them. "But in a moment, if it is necessary, we shall
fight."
Carrigan leaned a little over the table. "You know we are not
going to the Chateau Boulain, St. Pierre," he said. "We are going
to stop at Fort McMurray, and there you and your wife must answer
for a number of things that have happened. There is one way out--
possibly. That is largely up to you. Why did your wife try to kill
me behind the rock? And what did you know about Black Roger
Audemard?"
St. Pierre's eyes did not for an instant leave Carrigan's face.
Slowly a change came into them; the smile faded, the blue went
out, and up from behind seemed to come another pair of eyes that
were hard as steel and cold as ice.
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