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We
continued
along
a
corridor
,
and
Françoise
tapped
on
the
last
door
to
the
right
of
it
.
A
faint
voice
bade
us
enter
,
and
we
passed
into
a
large
sunny
apartment
looking
out
towards
the
sea
,
which
showed
blue
and
sparkling
about
a
quarter
of
a
mile
distant
.
On
a
couch
,
propped
up
with
cushions
,
and
attended
by
Dr
.
Durand
,
lay
a
tall
,
striking
-
looking
woman
.
She
was
middle
-
aged
,
and
her
once
dark
hair
was
now
almost
entirely
silvered
,
but
the
intense
vitality
and
strength
of
her
personality
would
have
made
itself
felt
anywhere
.
You
knew
at
once
that
you
were
in
the
presence
of
what
the
French
call
“
une
maitresse
femme
.
”
She
greeted
us
with
a
dignified
inclination
of
the
head
.
“
Pray
be
seated
,
monsieurs
.
”
We
took
chairs
,
and
the
magistrate
’
s
clerk
established
himself
at
a
round
table
.
“
I
hope
,
madame
,
”
began
M
.
Hautet
,
“
that
it
will
not
distress
you
unduly
to
relate
to
us
what
occurred
last
night
?
”
“
Not
at
all
,
monsieur
.
I
know
the
value
of
time
,
if
these
scoundrelly
assassins
are
to
be
caught
and
punished
.
”
“
Very
well
,
madame
.
It
will
fatigue
you
less
,
I
think
,
if
I
ask
you
questions
and
you
confine
yourself
to
answering
them
.
At
what
time
did
you
go
to
bed
last
night
?
”
