But if the Commissaire was content, it was not for him to object.
"And where is my excellent friend Perrichet ?" asked Hanaud; and leaning over the balustrade he called him up from the hall.
"We will now," said Hanaud, "have a glance into this poor murdered woman's room." The room was opposite to Celia's.

Besnard produced the key and unlocked the door.

Hanaud took off his hat upon the threshold and then passed into the room with his companions.

Upon the bed, outlined under a sheet, lay the rigid form of Mme.Dauvray.Hanaud stepped gently to the bedside and reverently uncovered the face.

For a moment all could see it--livid, swollen, unhuman.
"A brutal business," he said in a low voice, and when he turned again to his companions his face was white and sickly.