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Updated: May 28, 2025
The house had not been broken into. There was Mlle. Celie's record as Helene Vauquier gave it to us, and a record obviously true. There was the fact that she had got rid of Servettaz. There was the maid upstairs very ill from the chloroform. What more likely than that Mlle. Celie had arranged a seance, and then when the lights were out had admitted the murderer through that convenient glass door?"
"Come, my friend," he said, "let us hear exactly how this happened!" "Mlle. Celie," said Servettaz, with genuine compunction in his voice, "came to the garage on Saturday morning and ordered the car for the afternoon. She stayed and talked to me for a little while, as she often did.
Hanaud, however, did not dismiss the point so lightly. "But it is very possible that it does matter," he said gently. "For example, if Servettaz had had no reason to examine his tins it might have been some while before he found out that the petrol had been taken." "Indeed, yes," said Servettaz. "I might even have forgotten that I had not used it myself."
I do not say that it is impossible that Servettaz was concerned in the crime. That we shall see. But it is quite clear, I think, that it was not he who opened the house to the murderers, for he was at Chambery in the evening, and the murder was already discovered here by midnight. Moreover it is a small point he lives, not in the house, but over the garage in a corner of the garden.
"Now, when did Mme. Dauvray tell you that you might have Tuesday?" Servettaz hesitated. His face became troubled. When he spoke, he spoke reluctantly. "It was not Mme. Dauvray, monsieur, who told me that I might go on Tuesday," he said. "Not Mme. Dauvray! Who was it, then?" Hanaud asked sharply. Servettaz glanced from one to another of the grave faces which confronted him. "It was Mlle.
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