"Consequently, he could go near him without being bitten?"
"Yes; and he only, for the dog was very savage."
"You don't suspect the man?"
"Oh, no!... Baptiste?... Never!"
"And you can't think of anybody?"
"No. Our servants are quite devoted to us. They are very fond of me."
"You have no friends staying in the house?"
"No."
"No brother?"
"No."
"Then your father is your only protector?"
"Yes; and I have told you the condition he is in."
"Have you told him of the different attempts?"
"Yes; and it was wrong of me to do so. Our doctor, old Dr. Gueroult, forbade me to cause him the least excitement."
"Your mother?..."
"I don't remember her. She died sixteen years ago ... just sixteen years ago."
"How old were you then?"
"I was not quite five years old."
"And were you living here?"
"We were living in Paris. My father only bought this place the year after."
Lupin was silent for a few moments. Then he concluded:
"Very well, mademoiselle, I am obliged to you. Those particulars are all I need for the present. Besides, it would not be wise for us to remain together longer."
"But," she said, "the lodge-keeper will find the dog soon.... Who will have killed him?"
"You, mademoiselle, to defend yourself against an attack."
"I never carry firearms."
"I am afraid you do," said Lupin, smiling, "because you killed the dog and there is no one but you who could have killed him. For that matter, let them think what they please. The great thing is that I shall not be suspected when I come to the house."
"To the house? Do you intend to?"
"Yes. I don't yet know how ... But I shall come.... This very evening.... So, once more, be easy in your mind. I will answer for everything."
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