“Monsieur?” He was wholly blank again.
“Weren’t you there about eleven? Didn’t you go about two hours after Mr. Ward and his friends left here?”
He scratched his head. “I believe I had an errand in that direction. Eh? Yes, I remember. Truly, I think it so happened.”
“And you found Jean Ferret there?”
“Where, monsieur?”
“At Pere Baudry’s.”
“No, monsieur.”
“What?” I exclaimed.
“No, monsieur.” He was firm, somewhat reproachful.
“You didn’t see Jean Ferret this morning?”