"You are giving us great assistance," he said to her politely. "I shall speak of you to the chief."
"Oh, sir," she murmured in confusion.
"But one point is not quite clear. Just look across again. You see two open windows, the end window and the one next to it. Isn't it possible that this bright thing was thrown from the window next to the end one?"
"No, no."
"They are both alike and, both being open, one might easily make a mistake."
She shook her head positively. "I have made no mistake, it was the end window."
Just then Coquenil heard the click of the door opposite and, looking over, he saw Papa Tignol beckoning to him.
"Excuse me," he said and hurried across the street.
"It's there," whispered Tignol.
"The pistol?"