Henriette was delighted to receive his approbation, in fact so highly pleased that she took from a little silk bag that was pinned to her dress some scraps of cloth, three buttons, two cubes of sugar and, lastly, a piece of paper which she handed to Sholmes.
“See, I give it to you just the same.”
It was the number of a cab—8,279.
“Where did this number come from?”
“It fell out of her pocketbook.”
“When?”
“Sunday, at mass, when she was taking out some sous for the collection.”
“Exactly! And now I shall tell you how to keep from being scolded again. Do not tell Mademoiselle that you saw me.”
Sholmes then went to Mon. d’Imblevalle and questioned him in regard to Mademoiselle. The baron replied, indignantly:
“Alice Demun! How can you imagine such a thing? It is utterly impossible!”