Let us walk on." Half-way between the gate and the villa a second carriage-road struck off to the left, and at the entrance to it stood a young, stout man in black leggings.
"The chauffeur ?" asked Hanaud.

"I will speak to him." The Commissaire called the chauffeur forward.
"Servettaz," he said, "you will answer any questions which monsieur may put to you." "Certainly, M.le Commissaire," said the chauffeur.

His manner was serious, but he answered readily.

There was no sign of fear upon his face.
"How long have you been with Mme.

Dauvray ?" Hanaud asked.
"Four months, monsieur.