Monsieur, there was a note in her voice that evening which I did not as yet understand.

Mademoiselle then took her bath while I laid out her black dress and the slippers with the soft, noiseless soles.

And now I tell you why I am sure there was no seance last night--why Mlle.
Celie never meant there should be one." "Yes, let us hear that," said Hanaud curiously, and leaning forward with his hands upon his knees.
"You have here, monsieur, a description of how mademoiselle was dressed when she went away." Helene Vauquier picked up a sheet of paper from the table at her side.

"I wrote it out at the request of M.le Commissaire." She handed the paper to Hanaud, who glanced through it as she continued.

"Well, except for the white lace coat, monsieur, I dressed Mlle.