“I assure you, gentlemen, I do not know where M. de Boiscoran has spent the evening.”
“You have no suspicion?”
“No.”
“Perhaps he went to Brechy to see a friend?”
“I do not know that he has any friends in Brechy.”
“What did he do after he came home?”
The old servant showed evident signs of embarrassment.
“Let me think,” he said. “My master went up to his bedroom, and remained there four or five minutes. Then he came down, ate a piece of a pie, and drank a glass of wine. Then he lit a cigar, and told me to go to bed, adding that he would take a little walk, and undress without my help.”
“And then you went to bed?”
“Of course.”