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.

"The gate is open at eleven, and Perrichet closes it.

It is open again at twelve.