She started, looking at him curiously.
"Strange things?" she repeated slowly.
"Perhaps—violent things."
"Well, that's queer," she exclaimed. "As a matter of fact, we once heard the most extraordinary noises going on when he was there. My husband thought of sending in to ask if anything was the matter."
"What kind of noises, madame?"
"Like as it might be heavy things being thrown about and smashed," said the lady elegantly.
Monsieur Dupont swept off his hat again.
"Thank you, madame," he said—and went back to his car.