It was as if she had touched the dead, and she long
afterwards thought of it. There was a mystery in this strange girl
that Amelie could not fathom nor guess the meaning of. They left
the Cathedral together. It was now quite empty, save of a lingering
penitent or two kneeling at the shrines. Angelique and Amelie
parted at the door, the one eastward, the other westward, and,
carried away by the divergent currents of their lives, they never
met again.
CHAPTER XLIV.
THE INTENDANT'S DILEMMA.
"Did I not know for a certainty that she was present till midnight
at the party given by Madame de Grandmaison, I should suspect her,
by God!" exclaimed the Intendant, as he paced up and down his
private room in the Palace, angry and perplexed to the uttermost
over the mysterious assassination at Beaumanoir. "What think you,
Cadet?"
"I think that proves an alibi," replied Cadet, stretching himself
lazily in an armchair and smoking with half-shut eyes. There was
a cynical, mocking tone in his voice which seemed to imply that
although it proved an alibi, it did not prove innocence to the
satisfaction of the Sieur Cadet.
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