ht think
so, in her own class."

"How was she dressed?"

"In plain dark serge, bonnet of black straw and brown ribbons. I do not
allow my maid to wear colours."

"Exactly. And her name, age, place of birth?"

"Hortense Petitpre, thirty-two, born, I believe, in Paris."

The Judge, when these particulars had been given, looked over his
shoulder towards the detective, but said nothing. It was quite
unnecessary, for M. Flocon, who had been writing in his note-book, now
rose and left the room. He called Galipaud to him, saying sharply:

"Here is the more detailed description of the lady's maid, and in
writing. Have it copied and circulate it at once. Give it to the
station-master, and to the agents of police round about here. I have an
idea--only an idea--that this woman has not gone far. It may be worth
nothing, still there is the chance. People who are wanted often hang
about the very place they would _not_ stay in if they were wise. Anyhow,
set a watch for her and come back here."

Meanwhile, the Judge had continued his questioning.

"And where, madame, did you obtain your maid?"

"In Rome. She was there, out of a place. I heard of her at an agency and
registry office, when I was looking for a maid a month or two ago."

"Then she has not been long in your service?"

"No; as I tell you, she came to me in December last."

"Well recommended?"

"Strongly. She had lived with good families, French and English."

"And with you, what was her character?"

"Irreproachable."

"Well, so much for Hortense Petitpre. She is not far off, I dare say.
When we want her we shall be able to lay hands on her, I do not doubt,
madame may rest assured."

"Pray take no trouble in the matter. I certainly should not keep her."

"Very well, very well. And now, another small matter. I see," he
referred to the rough plan of the sleeping-car prepared by M.
Flocon,--"I see that you occupied the compartment _d_, with berths Nos.
9 and 10?"

"I think 9 was the number of my berth."

"It was. You may be certain of that. Now next door to your
compartment--do you know who was next door? I mean in 7 and 8?"

The Countess's lip quivered, and she was a prey to sudden emotion as she
answered in a low voice:

"It was where--where--"

"There, there, madame," said the Judge, reassuring her as he would a
little child. "You need not say. It is no doubt very distressing to you.
Yet, you know?"

She bent her head slowly, but uttered no wor