"Nonsense!" said Gabriel. "It's all right. That's the police, protecting us."
One afternoon, at about four o'clock, there was a violent altercation between two costermongers at the bottom of the street. The porter's wife at once left her room to listen to the invectives which the adversaries were hurling at each other's heads. Her back was no sooner turned than a man, young, of medium height and dressed in a grey suit of irreproachable cut, slipped into the house and ran up the staircase.
When he came to the third floor, he rang the bell. Receiving no answer, he rang again. At the third summons, the door opened.
"Mme. Dugrival?" he asked, taking off his hat.
"Mme. Dugrival is still an invalid and unable to see any one," said Gabriel, who stood in the hall.
"It's most important that I should speak to her."
"I am her nephew and perhaps I could take her a message...."
"Very well," said the man. "Please tell Mme. Dugrival that an accident has supplied me with valuable information concerning the robbery from which she has suffered and that I should like to go over the flat and ascertain certain particulars for myself. I am accustomed to this sort of inquiry; and my call is sure to be of use to her."
Gabriel examined the visitor for a moment, reflected and said:
"In that case, I suppose my aunt will consent ... Pray come in."