"Ah—a soldier! And do you know why he is here in civilian's clothes?"
"I do not."
"Did Madame Morin recognize him?"
"Yes. But I didn't believe it was he—even then."
Monsieur Matthieu smiled and shrugged. "And you didn't realize how much alike you were in your dark overcoats and soft hats?"
"No."
"And after your brother went in at the studio door, how long did you and Madame wait in the hall room?"
"I don't know exactly—a matter of four or five minutes, when we heard sounds in the studio and the falling of a body."
"And you rushed out to the studio door and went in?" asked the Commissaire craftily.
"The door was locked," said Jim. "I put my shoulder against it and broke it in."