"Not Dubois?"
"Ah, Dubois knew me, of course, but—Dubois is an automaton to carry out orders; he never knows what they mean. Anything else?"
Coquenil thought a moment. "Oh! Did you know that private room Number Seven would not be occupied that night by Wilmott and the dancing girl?"
"No."
"Then how did you dare go in there?"
"Wilmott and the girl were not due until nine and I had—finished by half past eight."
"How did you know Wilmott would not be there until nine?"
"Martinez told me. It was in Anita's petit bleu that Mrs. Wilmott showed him."
"Had you no direct dealings with Anita?"
The baron shook his head. "I never saw the girl. The thing just happened and—I took my chance."