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“
I
heard
him
come
up
about
ten
minutes
after
we
did
.
The
stair
creaks
so
that
one
hears
every
one
who
goes
up
and
down
.
”
“
And
that
is
all
?
You
heard
no
sound
of
disturbance
during
the
night
?
”
“
Nothing
whatever
,
monsieur
.
”
“
Which
of
the
servants
came
down
the
first
in
the
morning
?
”
“
I
did
,
monsieur
.
At
once
I
saw
the
door
swinging
open
.
”
“
What
about
the
other
downstairs
windows
,
were
they
all
fastened
?
”
“
Every
one
of
them
.
There
was
nothing
suspicious
or
out
of
place
anywhere
.
”
“
Good
,
Françoise
,
you
can
go
.
”
The
old
woman
shuffled
towards
the
door
.
On
the
threshold
she
looked
back
.
“
I
will
tell
you
one
thing
,
monsieur
.
That
Madame
Daubreuil
she
is
a
bad
one
!
Oh
,
yes
,
one
woman
knows
about
another
.
She
is
a
bad
one
,
remember
that
.
”
And
,
shaking
her
head
sagely
,
Françoise
left
the
room
.
