The maid brought her hat and jacket. Then Sholmes said:
“You must give Monsieur Destange some reason for our departure, and, if possible, let your excuse serve for an absence of several days.”
“That shall not be necessary. I shall be back very soon.”
They exchanged defiant glances and an ironic smile.
“What faith you have in him!” said Sholmes.
“Absolute.”
“He does everything well, doesn’t he? He succeeds in everything he undertakes. And whatever he does receives your approval and cooperation.”
“I love him,” she said, with a touch of passion in her voice.
“And you think that he will save you?”
She shrugged her shoulders, and, approaching her father, she said: