The waiter reflected.
"No, monsieur.

I have seen no woman with red hair." "Thank you," said Hanaud, and the waiter moved away.
"A woman with red hair!" cried Wethermill.

"But Helene Vauquier described her.

She was sallow; her eyes, her hair, were dark." Hanaud turned with a smile to Harry Wethermill.
"Did Helene Vauquier, then, speak the truth ?" he asked.

"No; the woman who was in the salon last night, who returned home with Mme.