The cab had just come out into the road.

Durette upon the box turned and looked towards the house.
Just for a moment Hanaud leaned from the window, as Besnard, the Commissaire, had done, and, like Besnard again, he waved his hand.

Then he came back into the room and saw, standing in front of him, with his mouth open and his eyes starting out of his head, Perrichet--the intelligent Perrichet.
"Monsieur," cried Perrichet, "something has been taken from this room." Hanaud looked round the room and shook his head.
"No," he said.
"But yes, monsieur," Perrichet insisted.

"Oh, but yes.

See! Upon this dressing-table there was a small pot of cold cream.