Here I stopped.
“Well?” said young England. “Well?”
The doctor did not speak.
“Well,” I answered. “Algia danced that night. While she was dancing we found a dead body in the court. It was Marnier’s. A knife had been thrust into him from behind!”
“Ah!” said the doctor.
“But—” exclaimed young England, “it was that fellow? It was Batouch?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Nobody ever found out who did it.”
“Well, but of course——”