I will tell you all when you are M.P.
JUNIA.
With a smile, Carnac placed the certificate in his pocket. How lucky it
was he had denied the marriage and demanded that Roudin produce the
woman! He was safe now, safe and free. It was no good any woman
declaring she was married to him if she could not produce the proof
--and the proof was in his pocket and the woman was in New York.
"Come, Monsieur Roudin, tell us about the woman, and bring her to the
polls. There is yet time, if you're telling the truth. Who is she?
Where does she live? What's her name?"
"Mrs. Carnac Grier--that's her name," responded Roudin with a snarl, and
the crowd laughed, for Carnac's boldness gave them a sense of security.
"What was her maiden name?"
"Larue," answered the other sharply.
"What was her Christian name, since you know so much, monsieur?"
He had no fear now, and his question was audacity, but he knew the game
was with him, and he took the risks. His courage had reward, for Roudin
made no reply. Carnac turned to the crowd.
"Here's a man tried to ruin my character by telling a story about a woman
whose name he doesn't know. Is that playing the game after the rules--
I ask you?"
There were cries from the crowd supporting him, and he grew bolder.
"Let the man tell his story and I'll meet it here face to face.
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