But I have no clue which will enable me to answer the following questions: (a) Who was the man who took part in the crime?
(b) Who was the woman who came to the villa on the evening of the murder with Mme.

Dauvray and Celia Harland?
(c) What actually happened in the salon?
How was the murder committed?
(d) Is Helene Vauquier's story true?
(e) What did the torn-up scrap of writing mean?
(Probably spirit writing in Celia Harland's hand.) (f) Why has one cushion on the settee a small, fresh, brown stain, which is probably blood?
Why is the other cushion torn?
Mr.Ricardo had a momentary thought of putting down yet another question.

He was inclined to ask whether or no a pot of cold cream had disappeared from Celia Harland's bedroom; but he remembered that Hanaud had set no store upon that incident, and he refrained.

Moreover, he had come to the end of his sheet of paper.

He handed it across the table to Hanaud and leaned back in his chair, watching the detective with all the eagerness of a young author submitting his first effort to a critic.
Hanaud read it through slowly.