"Who ordered them to be shot?"
"The major."
Paul felt the perspiration trickling from the top of his head down his neck and forehead. It was as he thought: Élisabeth had been shot by the orders of that nameless and more than mysterious individual whose face was the very image of the face of Hermine d'Andeville, Élisabeth's mother!
He went on, in a trembling voice:
"So there were three people shot? You're quite sure?"
"Yes, the people of the château. They had been guilty of treachery."
"A man and two women?"
"Yes."
"But there were only two bodies fastened to the wall of the lodge."
"Yes, only two. The major had the lady of the house buried by Prince Conrad's orders."