"
"Then he must still be in the house. The old woman is obstinate as
death."
"Better not go too fast, sergeant," said the man in charge of the front
entrance. "It is possible that we have made a mistake."
"Not the least possibility of it," retorted the sergeant of police. "The
young man claims to have positive evidence that Bordine murdered his
sister."
"I know, but he may be mistaken."
"He said that the weapon used was a dagger of slender make. If we could
find that."
"Have you searched for it?"
"Not exactly. We have been looking more particularly after the man."
The police sergeant returned then to the inside of the cottage.
Mrs. Bordine was still defiant.
Poor old woman, she could not understand why officers of the law should
seek her son, much less why they should insult an old lady by
discrediting her word.
"I order you out of my house."
Mrs. Bordine was becoming indignant at last.
The men paid no heed to the order. The sergeant began the search once
more. "You'll pay for this outrage," declared the widow.
"Hold your tongue," retorted the second man, laying his hand on the arm
of the widow.
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