“Who was he?”
“His familiar, as we have since learnt. We discovered that this Grégoire was no other than a fellow who used to serve as his chauffeur on occasion.”
“And who therefore helped him to convey the bags of gold from the bank to his house.”
“Yes. And we also think, we know . . . Look here, you may as well call it a certainty. Grégoire . . . is a woman.”
“A woman!”
“Exactly. His mistress. We have several proofs of it. But she’s a trustworthy, capable woman, strong as a man and afraid of nothing.”
“Do you know her address?”
“No.”
“As to the gold: have you no clue to its whereabouts, no suspicion?”
“No. The gold is in the garden or in the house in the Rue Raynouard. We saw it being taken in every day for a week. It has not been taken out since. We kept watch every night. The bags are there.”