She began that little song, the music of which I shall never forget, although I am no great hand at carrying a tune.
“Humph!” said the old man. “You did not go to the masked ball?”
“No, Monsieur, I was tired. I have been reading in the library and have but recently come here.”
“There was no one in the anteroom when you entered?”
“No one, sir.”
“Have you been in the room beyond since you came up?”
“Not yet.”
“Éspiau!”
“Monsieur le Duc!”
“Examine yonder chamber. It may be some thief has concealed himself there.”