"Very well except for one thing," mused Coquenil, "there wasn't any palm in Number Six."
"No?"
"No."
"That's strange!"
"Yes, it is strange," and again she felt that he was following a separate train of thought.
"Did you look through the holes at all?" he asked.
"No, I hadn't time."
"Did Martinez look through the first hole after it was bored?"
"Yes, but he couldn't see anything, as Number Seven was dark."
"Then you have absolutely no idea who fired the shot?"