"I didn't notice."
"What was the attitude of the woman?"
"She didn't have any," replied Victor, and a titter ran over the benches. The court usher frowned and rapped on his desk.
"Did she look happy, sad, calm or nervous?" explained the President, irritably. Victor considered for several moments.
"She looked very tired," he replied.
"Go on!"
"Some time afterward my wife went up to their room for the police form and took down their names—M. and Mme. Laroque, from Buenos Ayres on their way to Paris."
"Your wife was at the hotel?"
"Yes, she was chambermaid there."
"Why has she not been called as a witness?" the judge demanded with a frown. Victor rubbed his hand across his eyes and snuffled.