"Certainement, monsieur."
"Had not your mistress, a few days ago, a difference or disagreement of some kind with one of the people in Mr. Drelincourt's employ?"
"Oui, monsieur."
"Who was the person with whom your mistress had the difference in question?"
"Cet homme lá," replied Lucille, without a moment's hesitation, pointing a rigid forefinger at Gumley.
"Be good enough, mademoiselle, to tell us what you know of the affair."
"It was on Saturday last. Madame was dressed to go out riding, and was waiting for her horse to be brought round. That man was in the flower garden close by the long window which opens out of her boudoir. Madame had given him some instructions in the morning which he had not attended to, and she stepped out of the window to speak to him. Madame was a lady who would not have her slightest order neglected. She was very angry. She said something to him in her quick, haughty way, and he answered her back--insolently."
"You say insolently. Can you not tell us exactly what he said?"
"No, monsieur, I was not near enough to hear; but I could tell from the way the man looked up at madame--he was kneeling on one knee at the time--that his words were insolent."
"What happened next?"