'Is any one suspected?' she inquired, dropping her voice a little.
Lavendale hesitated and glanced cautiously around.
'Scarcely that,' he answered, 'but you remember the man Jules, the maîtres d'hôtel here?'
She nodded.
'A Swiss, wasn't he? I was just wondering what had become of him.
'During the investigations the next day,' Lavendale continued, 'it was discovered that his papers were forged and that he was in reality an Austrian. He was interned at once, of course, and I believe there was a certain amount of secrecy about his movements on that night. So far as I know, though, nothing has been discovered.'
She raised her eyebrows deprecatingly.
'The detective system over here,' she remarked, 'is sometimes hopeless, isn't it?'
'Yet in one respect,' Lavendale pointed out, 'they certainly were prompt on that night. I understand that Jules was interned within an hour of the discovery of the murder.'
Miss de Freyne drew her manuscript towards her with a little shrug of the shoulders.