�Nobody but a lot of dogs—a whole pack of them—who seemed to have the place to themselves.�
Madame de Lanrivain let the embroidery slip to her knee and folded her hands on it. For several minutes she looked at me thoughtfully.
�A pack of dogs—you saw them?�
�Saw them? I saw nothing else!�
�How many?� She dropped her voice a little. �I�ve always wondered—�
I looked at her with surprise: I had supposed the place to be familiar to her. �Have you never been to Kerfol?� I asked.
�Oh, yes: often. But never on that day.�
�What day?�
�I�d quite forgotten—and so had Herv�, I�m sure. If we�d remembered, we never should have sent you today—but then, after all, one doesn�t half believe that sort of thing, does one?�
�What sort of thing?� I asked, involuntarily sinking my voice to the level of hers. Inwardly I was thinking: �I knew there was something...�