"Away?" Monsieur Dupont repeated.
Monsieur Dupont started back.
"With Mr. Copplestone?"
"Yes, sir. Just before eight o'clock."
"With Mr. Copplestone...."
"He came in his car, sir, and insisted on Mrs. Astley-Rolfe getting up to see him. She went away with him ten minutes afterwards, without telling us where she was going or when to expect her back."
Monsieur Dupont's face had become blanker and blanker. He stared at the man speechlessly then turned from the door, and gazed in a helpless fashion up and down the street.
"Mille diables!" he murmured, "what does it mean...."
He got into his car again. He looked about him like a man dazed by a heavy blow. Returning to the Savoy, he went up to his room.