Dauvray, Mlle Celie, and another woman in the salon," continued Helene Vauquier.
"Madame had let them in with her latchkey." "Ah, the other woman!" cried Besnard.

"Had you seen her before ?" "No, monsieur." "What was she like ?" "She was sallow, with black hair and bright eyes like beads.

She was short and about forty-five years old, though it is difficult to judge of these things.

I noticed her hands, for she was taking her gloves off, and they seemed to me to be unusually muscular for a woman." "Ah!" cried Louis Besnard.

"That is important." "Mme.