“Ten minutes after I returned to Quesnay, late yesterday afternoon.”
“Who told you?”
“Louise.”
I repeated the name questioningly. “You mean Mrs. Larrabee Harman?”
“Louise Harman,” she corrected. “Didn’t you know she was staying at Quesnay?”
“I guessed it, though Amedee got the name confused.”
“Yes, she’s been kind enough to look after the place for us while we were away. George won’t be back for another ten days, and I’ve been overseeing an exhibition for him in London. Afterward I did a round of visits—tiresome enough, but among people it’s well to keep in touch with on George’s account.”
“I see,” I said, with a grimness which probably escaped her. “But how did Mrs. Harman know that I was at Les Trois Pigeons?”
“She met you once in the forest—”
“Twice,” I interrupted.