"The only person that used to visit her," continued the gratified lady, "was a man who often used to arrive in the evening and stay the night. We understood she was an old nurse of his, or something of the kind, and that he more or less provided for her."
"And this man, madame—what was he like?"
"He was rather tall," she said, "and had a dark moustache. He was always well dressed, and looked quite a gentleman."
"You heard his name?"
"No—we never heard his name. I did tell my house-parlor-maid to try to find out once, but she couldn't. Miss Masters actually accused me of prying."
"Mon Dieu," said Monsieur Dupont.
"We had a bit of a row," said the lady candidly.
"Does she live alone, madame?"
"Yes, quite alone. She does everything for herself."
"My last question," said Monsieur Dupont, "may seem remarkable. It is this. Have strange things appeared to be happening in the house during the visits of the tall gentleman with the dark moustache?"