"And the man who accosted me at the ball last night," I said. "Do you suspect him to be the original of that photograph?"
"At the ball last night? I do not follow mademoiselle."
"But I made a statement of the whole facts to two agents of your department at an early hour this morning—before I left the Casino."
He looked puzzled, and his dark face broadened into a smile.
"Pardon! But I think mademoiselle must be under some misapprehension. What occurred at the ball? Anything to arouse your suspicion?"
"To arouse my suspicion?" I echoed. "Why, a man attired in the garb of an owl accosted me, gave me a strange warning, and actually placed in my hands the sixty thousand francs in notes stolen from the dead man!"
"Impossible!" gasped the detective, amazed. "Where are the notes? You should have given us information instantly."
"I handed the notes to two police agents who were in waiting in the Director's room, and to whom I made a statement of the whole affair."
"What!" he cried loudly. "You have parted with the money?"
"Certainly."