“Let us go on, sir. You were out last night?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Having left the house at eight, you returned only around midnight.”
“After midnight.”
“You took your gun?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where is it?”
With an air of indifference, M. de Boiscoran pointed at it in the corner of the fireplace, and said,—
“There it is!”
M. Galpin took it up quickly. It was a superb weapon, double-barrelled, of unusually fine make, and very elegant. On the beautifully carved woodwork the manufacturer’s name, Clebb, was engraven.