“Yes, she is in the garden with the children.”
“I wish Mademoiselle to be present at this interview.”
“Is it necessary——”
“Have a little patience, monsieur. From the facts I am going to present to you, you will see the necessity for her presence here.”
“Very well. Suzanne, will you call her?”
Madame d’Imblevalle arose, went out, and returned almost immediately, accompanied by Alice Demun. Mademoiselle, who was a trifle paler than usual, remained standing, leaning against a table, and without even asking why she had been called. Sholmes did not look at her, but, suddenly turning toward Monsieur d’Imblevalle, he said, in a tone which did not admit of a reply:
“After several days’ investigation, monsieur, I must repeat what I told you when I first came here: the Jewish lamp was stolen by some one living in the house.”
“The name of the guilty party?”
“I know it.”
“Your proof?”