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.

Celie," he said, "who told me." "Oh!" said Hanaud, slowly.

"It was Mlle.Celie.When did she tell you ?" "On Monday morning, monsieur.

I was cleaning the car.