“On the roof? How should I hear it on the roof? There wouldn’t be any noise on the roof,” said Victoire.
“You heard nothing on the roof?” said Guerchard.
“No; the noise I heard was down here,” said Victoire.
“Yes, and you came down to see what was making it. And you were seized from behind on the landing, and brought in here,” said Guerchard.
“Yes, that’s right,” said Madame Victoire.
“And were you tied up and gagged on the landing, or in here?” said Guerchard.
“Oh, I was caught on the landing, and pushed in here, and then tied up,” said Victoire.
“I’m sure that wasn’t one man’s job,” said Guerchard, looking at her vigorous figure with admiring eyes.
“You may be sure of that,” said Victoire. “It took four of them; and at least two of them have some nice bruises on their shins to show for it.”
“I’m sure they have. And it serves them jolly well right,” said Guerchard, in a tone of warm approval. “And, I suppose, while those four were tying you up the others stood round and looked on.”