"A murder, yes, Monsieur Bernardet. M. Rovère—you did not know him?"
"No."
"He was an original—a recluse. And now he has been assassinated. My wife went to his room to read the papers"——
Bernardet interrupted him brusquely:
"When did it happen?"
"Ah! Dame! Monsieur, I do not know. All I know is my wife found the body still warm. She was not afraid; she touched it."
"Still warm!"
These words struck Bernardet. He reflected a moment, then he said:
"Come; let us go to your house."
Then, struck with a sudden idea, he added: "Yes, I will take it."