"In the first place, there ain’t any windows on top, because the platform’s there," said Cunette under his breath.
"What did that light do?" inquired Robineau with keen interest.
"What did it do! It went back and forth; and then I didn’t see it any more, monseigneur."
"Which one of you has been in the old tower at night with a candle, my men?"
"Not me," said all the servants in chorus.
"In that case, this is very peculiar," said Robineau.—"And you, Vincent, whom did you meet in the garden?"
The gardener came forward with his customary air of ill humor, wearing his livery which was hardly recognizable, it was so stained and covered with dirt, and exclaimed:
"Who did I meet? Pardi! If I knew who it was, it would be all right; but you see I don’t know."
"You ought to have called for help, and to have arrested the person who dared to walk in my garden at night without my permission."
"Oho! I ought to have done that! I can’t do everything all alone! Besides, I couldn’t run, my clothes are too tight for that!"