"Well?" he asked, as he handed it afterwards to the other. "Well? What have you discovered?"
"A woman is there," Jean replied, holding the cup himself in a nonchalant manner under the spout, as anyone might do who desired to drink. "Has been there, my cousin says, for more than a year."
"Ha! Is she a prisoner?"
"He thinks so. He has never seen her, yet----"
"Yes!"
"Others have. Have seen her face at a window."
"At what part of the house?"
"The top. On the front. A woman pale as death and sad. They say she has made signs to those who have approached near, yet has never been able to communicate with any. Once she threw a paper down, but Armand Beaujos secured it. He could tell me no more."
"And De Bois-Vallée? Is he there?"
"He does not know. He was a week ago, and my cousin saw him. Since, he has not seen him."