"
"Ah--ah, and who was the phenomenon--the perfect liar?" asked the Judge
with the eagerness of the expert.
"His name was Sebastian Dolores," meditatively replied M. Fille. "It was
even a finer performance than that of to-day."
The Judge gave a little grunt of surprise. "Twice, eh?" he asked.
"Yet this was good enough to break any record," he added. He fastened
the young widow's eyes. "Madame, you are young, and you have an eye of
intelligence. Be sure of this: you can protect yourself against almost
anyone except a liar--eh, madame?" he added to Mere Langlois. "I am
sure your experience of life and your good sense--"
"My good sense would make me think purgatory was hell if I saw him"--
she nodded savagely at Dolores as she said it, for she had seen that last
effort of his to take the fingers of Palass Poucette's widow--"if I saw
him there, m'sieu' le juge."
"We'll have you yet--we'll have you yet, Dolores," said the Judge, as the
Spaniard prepared to move on. But, as Dolores went, he again caught the
eyes of the young widow.
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