We looked at each other. We took in the first peaceful moments that the two of us had experienced alone together in a long, long time. Finally I very gently attempted to move things forward and see what might happen.I slipped my thumb under the tie-belt of my cotton robe and loosened it very casually. Megan watched as closely as she could while pretending not to notice. I then pulled the two ends of the tie apart and just let them lie there on my lap. Megan eventually spoke, still feigning ignorance of my gesture."When are Dad and Jason coming home?" she asked."Probably late tomorrow," I replied. "Probably like nine or so." Oh. That's cool." Hey Meg?" I said, unable to wait any longer to see if we were going anywhere, or if we were just going to spend a normal mother and daughter evening together. "What about the robes? What do you think?" What do I think?" she replied."Yeah," I said. "Did you still wanna do what you talked about?"I slipped my fingers under the right side of my robe. The dying man had signed a deposition declaring Benedetto to be the assassin. The police had orders to make the strictest search for the murderer. Caderousse's knife, dark lantern, bunch of keys, and clothing, excepting the waistcoat, which could not be found, were deposited at the registry; the corpse was conveyed to the morgue. The count told every one that this adventure had happened during his absence at Auteuil, and that he only knew what was related by the Abbe Busoni, who that evening, by mere chance, had requested to pass the night in his house, to examine some valuable books in his library. Bertuccio alone turned pale whenever Benedetto's name was mentioned in his presence, but there was no reason why any one should notice his doing so. Villefort, being called on to prove the crime, was preparing his brief with the same ardor that he was accustomed to exercise when required to speak in criminal cases.But three weeks had already passed, and the most diligent search had been.
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