“There are two: a modiste, Mademoiselle Langeais, and a gentleman who rented two furnished rooms a month ago under the name of Bresson.”
“Why do you say ‘under the name’?”
“Because I have an idea that it is an assumed name. My wife takes care of his rooms, and ... well, there are not two shirts there with the same initials.”
“Is he there much of the time?”
“No; he is nearly always out. He has not been here for three days.”
“Was he here on Saturday night?”
“Saturday night?... Let me think.... Yes, Saturday night, he came in and stayed all night.”
“What sort of a man is he?”
“Well, I can scarcely answer that. He is so changeable. He is, by turns, big, little, fat, thin ... dark and light. I do not always recognize him.”
Ganimard and Sholmes exchanged looks.