“That she did not, Madame,” she said.
“One cannot open it without a key,” said Paulette, shaking her head, “and there is no other way of entering.”
“Ah, but there is, Madame, and I took that way.” There was such a roguish look in Odette’s eyes that Lucie laughed.
“You are mocking me, and trying to deceive me, but me, I am not one to be deceived even in this so great city,” declared Paulette.
“But I am not deceiving you,” protested Odette, “and if you wish to know how I entered I will tell you that it was by the window.”
“The window!” Paulette gazed at the window of the little room as if she expected to see at least a ladder there.
“Not this one, but that in the other room,” Odette went on. “There is a small balcony there if you remember.”
“But one cannot reach it except from the room. That is a poor method, mademoiselle, of getting out of a bad situation.”
“There are airplanes and balloons.” Odette placidly kept on with the knitting while Paulette’s sharp eyes noted the rapidity with which she made the needles fly.
“But that is absurd,” said the good woman.