"Yes."
"And Georges is no doubt the chauffeur whom I saw at work as I crossed the courtyard?"
"Yes. He told me that he was glad to see me have a little gaiety, and he took out his watch and showed it to me with a laugh."
"This happened at the front door, or at those big iron gates, Mademoiselle?" Hanaud asked.
"At the front door. There is no lodge-keeper and the gates are left open when any one is out."
"And how did you get into the house?"
"I used my latch-key."
"Good! All this is very clear."
Betty, however, was not mollified by Hanaud's satisfaction with her replies. Although she answered him without delay, her answers were given mutinously. Jim began to be a little troubled. She should have met Hanaud half-way; she was imprudently petulant.
"She'll make an enemy of this man before she has done," he reflected uneasily. But he glanced at the detective and was relieved. For Hanaud was watching her with a smile which would have disarmed any less offended young lady—a smile half friendliness and half amusement. Jim took a turn upon himself.