"In Madame's handbag," continued the Judge, "we found a letter to her from you. She had, it seemed, arranged to meet you?"
The Count shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands.
"Of what use are concealments," he said frankly. "We are all men of the world. Privately and between ourselves, I admit the affair."
"You met her in Paris and travelled down with her, I believe?" said M. Carrège.
"That was the original arrangement, but by Madame's wish it was changed. I was to meet her at Hyères."
"You did not meet her on the train at the Gare de Lyon on the evening of the 14th?"
"On the contrary, I arrived in Nice on the morning of that day, so what you suggest is impossible."
"Quite so, quite so," said M. Carrège. "As a matter of form, you would perhaps give me an account of your movements during the evening and night of the 14th."
The Count reflected for a minute.
"I dined in Monte Carlo at the Café de Paris. Afterwards I went to the Le Sporting. I won a few thousand francs," he shrugged his shoulders. "I returned home at perhaps one o'clock."