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Besnard stooped and pulled open the bottom drawer of a chest which stood in the embrasure of the window. A light-coloured dress was lying at the bottom. "I told her to be quick," said Besnard, "since I had seen that you were coming. She lifted this dress out and said that nothing was missing there. So I took her back to her room and left her with the nurse."
Just for a moment Hanaud leaned from the window, as Besnard, the Commissaire, had done, and, like Besnard again, he waved his hand. Then he came back into the room and saw, standing in front of him, with his mouth open and his eyes starting out of his head, Perrichet the intelligent Perrichet. "Monsieur," cried Perrichet, "something has been taken from this room."
They must go, and with one pearl necklace, when they had hoped to reap a great fortune. Oh, but this is interesting yes, I tell you I, who have seen many strange things this is interesting." Perrichet returned with a canvas bag, into which Hanaud placed the jewel-cases. He sealed the bag in the presence of the four men and handed it to Besnard.
I am alluding to the panels by Albert Besnard in the School of Pharmacy in Paris, a series illustrating the making of medicinal drugs, their employment and the method and subject-matter of the sciences on which pharmaceutical practice is based.
The horn of the returning motor did not sound until she was dressed and on going down she had the music-room to herself for nearly half an hour. Then Mr. Drew appeared. The tall white lamps with their white shades had been brought in, but the light from the windows mingled a pale azure with the gold. Mr. Drew, Karen reflected, looked in the dual illumination like a portrait by Besnard.
"Only a few rings, Helene Vauquier thought," said Besnard. "But she was not sure." "Ah!" said Hanaud. "Well, let us make sure!" and, taking the list from the safe, he compared it with the jewellery in the cases on the floor, ticking off the items one by one. When he had finished he knelt down again, and, thrusting his hand into the hole, felt carefully about.
She steps on to the drive. It is true the gravel here is hard and takes no mark, but you will see that some of the mould which has clung to her shoes has dropped off. She mounts into the motor-car with the man and the other woman and drives off some time between eleven and twelve." "Between eleven and twelve? Is that sure?" asked Besnard. "Certainly," replied Hanaud.
Faithfully he promised me that he would not open his mouth, but I destroyed a clue, and his perspicacity forced him into speech." It was the turn of M. Ricardo to grow red. Hanaud turned with a smile to Besnard. "It does not really matter whether the creases in this cushion remain," he said, "we have all seen them." And he replaced the glass in his pocket.
The cushion was covered with silk, and as he held it to the sunlight all could see a small brown stain. Hanaud took his magnifying-glass from his pocket and bent his head over the cushion. But at that moment, careful though he had been, the down swelled up within the cushion, the folds and indentations disappeared, the silk covering was stretched smooth. "Oh!" cried Besnard tragically.
But if the Commissaire was content, it was not for him to object. "And where is my excellent friend Perrichet?" asked Hanaud; and leaning over the balustrade he called him up from the hall. "We will now," said Hanaud, "have a glance into this poor murdered woman's room." The room was opposite to Celia's. Besnard produced the key and unlocked the door.
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