"And Mme. Dauvray?" he asked. "She was the stout woman with whom your young friend went away?"
"Yes," said Wethermill.
Ricardo turned round from the mirror.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Hanaud is at Aix. He is the cleverest of the French detectives. You know him. He dined with you once."
It was Mr. Ricardo's practice to collect celebrities round his dinner-table, and at one such gathering Hanaud and Wethermill had been present together.
"You wish me to approach him?"
"At once."
"It is a delicate position," said Ricardo. "Here is a man in charge of a case of murder, and we are quietly to go to him—"
To his relief Wethermill interrupted him.