‘Maybe that had something to do with it,’ answered Burnley, pointing to the marble group.
Lefarge started.
‘But that’s what was sent to Felix, surely?’ he cried, in surprise.
‘It looks like it, but don’t say anything. Here’s François. Let us ask him.’
The butler entered the room holding a slip of paper which he gave to Lefarge.
‘Suzanne’s address, messieurs.’ Lefarge read:—
‘Mlle. Suzanne Daudet,
rue Popeau, 14b,
Dijon.’
‘Look here, François,’ said the detective, pointing to the marble group. ‘When did that come here?’