Bex, the notary, closed it.
"Now, silence, if you please!"
Hanaud pressed the button, and not a sound answered him. He pressed it again and again with the same result. The Commissary returned to the bedroom.
"Well?" Hanaud asked.
"It rang twice," said the Commissary.
Hanaud shrugged his shoulders with a laugh.
"And an electric bell has a shrill, penetrating sound," he cried. "Name of a name, but they built good houses when the Maison Crenelle was built! Are the cupboards and drawers open?"
He tried one and found it locked. Monsieur Bex came forward.
"All the drawers were locked on the morning when Madame Harlowe's death was discovered. Mademoiselle Harlowe herself locked them in my presence and handed to me the keys for the purpose of making an inventory. Mademoiselle was altogether correct in so doing. For until the funeral had taken place the terms of the will were not disclosed."
"But afterwards, when you took the inventory you must have unlocked them."