"Theft!" cried Doctor Chaleck, coming forward.
"Look, doctor, your safe has been overturned, broken in and ransacked," answered Juve, as he and Fandor cautiously lifted the woman. The body was a mass of contusions and appeared to be one large wound.
Juve turned to the doctor, who, livid with consternation, was holding up a small grey linen bag which had contained his bonds.
"Come, doctor, calm yourself and give us some information. Can you make anything of it?"
"Nothing! nothing! I heard nothing. Who is this woman? I don't know her!"
Fandor pointed to a small shoe lying in a corner.
"A fashionable woman," he said.
"Quite so," was Juve's reply, and putting his hands on Chaleck's shoulders he inquired: "A friend of yours, a mistress, eh? Come now, don't deny it."
"Deny!" protested the doctor, "deny what? You are not accusing me, are you? I know nothing of what has taken place here, and, as you see, have been robbed into the bargain."
"Is she a patient of yours?"