“My daughter? She took my daughter?”
“Yes, monsieur; it looked to me as if madame were going into the country. Didn’t monsieur know it?”
I was no longer listening to the concierge. I went upstairs and rang violently. The maid admitted me; the poor girl began to tremble when she saw me.
“Your mistress has gone away?”
“Yes, monsieur, madame said that she was going into the country. In fact, when madame returned from the bath she looked very ill.”
“From the bath?”
“Yes, monsieur, madame went out very early to go to the bath.”
“Does she go often to the bath?”
“Why, yes, monsieur, quite often lately.”
“Why did you never tell me?”