He got the letter into Carnac's hands.
"Read it at once, m'sieu'," Denzil said urgently. Carnac saw the
handwriting was Junia's, and he tore open the letter, which held the blue
certificate of the marriage with Luzanne. He conquered the sudden dimness
of his eyes, and read the letter. It said:
DEAR CARNAC,
I hear from Mr. Tarboe of the lies being told against you. Here is
the proof. She has gone. She told it to Barode Barouche, and he
was to have announced it last night, but I saw her first. You can
now deny the story. The game is yours. Tell the man Roudin to
produce the woman--she is now in New York, if the train was not
lost. 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.
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