He turned to Servettaz.
"You drove the car on Tuesday morning before you went to Chambery ?" "Yes, monsieur." "Where did you take up Mme.

Dauvray and Mlle.

Celie ?" "At the front door of the Villa Rose." "Did you get down from the seat at all ?" "No, monsieur; not after I left the garage." Hanaud returned to his companions.
"See!" And he opened his hand.

"This is black soil--moist from last night's rain--soil like the soil in front of Mme.

Dauvray's salon.
Look, here is even a blade or two of the grass"; and he turned the mould over in the palm of his hand.