“Excuse me, you had taken egg-and-milk. Here is the glass out of which you drank it.” I picked up the glass, which had been left on the table, and which still contained about a spoonful of egg-and-milk.

Yvette entered in response to my summons.

“Mademoiselle has returned soon,” the girl began lightly.

“Yes.”

The two women looked at each other. I hastened to the door, and held it open for Rosa to pass out. She did so. I closed the door, and put my back against it. The glass I still held in my hand.

“Now, Yvette, I want to ask you a few questions.”

She stood before me, pretty even in her plain black frock