"Some man? But, Mademoiselle, you know Susy d'Orsel was alone with the King, so that man must be the King."
Marie Pascal gave a dubious shrug.
"You know the King?" Juve asked.
"Yes, I sold him laces. I saw him through an open door."
"And you are not sure that he is or is not the murderer?"
"No, I don't know, that's why I've said nothing about it. I'm not sure of anything."
"Pardon, Mademoiselle, but it seems to me you don't quite grasp the situation ... what is it you are not sure of?"
"Whether it was the King who killed poor Mlle. Susy."
"But you are sure it was a man who killed Mlle. d'Orsel?"
"Yes, Monsieur ... and I am also sure it was a thin, tall man ... in fact, some one of the same build as the King."