'Leonie Oulard,' called the magistrate.

Leonie appeared dissolved in tears, and inclined to be hysterical. M. Hautet dealt with her adroitly. Her evidence was mainly concerned with the discovery of her mistress gagged and bound, of which she gave rather an exaggerated account. She, like Francoise, had heard nothing during the night.

Her sister, Denise, succeeded her. She agreed that her master had changed greatly of late.

'Every day he became more and more morose. He ate less. He was always depressed.' But Denise had her own theory.

'Without doubt it was the Mafia he had on his track! Two masked men-who else could it be? A terrible society that!'

'It is, of course, possible,' said the magistrate smoothly. 'Now, my girl, was it you who admitted Madame Daubreuil to the house last night?'

'Not that night, monsieur, the night before.'

'But Francoise has just told us that Madame Daubreuil was here last night?'

'No, monsieur. A lady did come to see Monsieur Renauld last night, but it was not Madame Daubreuil.'

Surprised, the magistrate insisted, but the girl held firm.

She knew Madame Daubreuil perfectly by sight. This lady was dark also, but shorter, and much younger. Nothing could shake her statement.

'Had you ever seen this lady before?'

'Never, monsieur.' And then the girl added diffidently: 'But I think she was English.'

'English?'

'Yes, monsieur; She asked for Monsieur Renauld in quite good French, but the accent-however slight one can always tell it. Besides, when they came out of the study they were speaking in English.'

'Did you hear what they said? Could you understand it, I mean?'

'I speak the English very well,' aid Denise with pride. 'The lady was speaking too fast for me to catch what she said, but I heard Monsieur's last words as he opened the door for her.' She paused, and then repeated carefully and laboriously: '"Yeas-yeas-but for Gaud's saike go now!"'