noise of a conflict, a struggle?"

"No, monsieur."

"That is odd. I cannot understand it. We know, beyond all question,
from the appearance of the body,--the corpse,--that there was a fight,
an encounter. Yet you, a wretched sleeper, with only a thin plank of
wood between you and the affray, hear nothing, absolutely nothing. It is
_most_ extraordinary."

"I was asleep. I must have been asleep."

"A light sleeper would certainly be awakened. How can you explain--how
can you reconcile that?" The question was blandly put, but the Judge's
incredulity verged upon actual insolence.

"Easily: I had taken a soporific. I always do, on a journey. I am
obliged to keep something, sulphonal or chloral, by me, on purpose."

"Then this, madame, is yours?" And the Judge, with an air of undisguised
triumph, produced the small glass vial which M. Flocon had picked up in
the sleeping-car near the conductor's seat.

The Countess, with a quick gesture, put out her hand to take it.

"No, I cannot give it up. Look as near as you like, and say is it
yours?"

"Of course it is mine. Where did you get it? Not in my berth?"

"No, madame, not in your berth."

"But where?"

"Pardon me, we shall not tell you--not just now."

"I missed it last night," went on the Countess, slightly confused.

"After you had taken your dose of chloral?"

"No, before."

"And why did you want this? It is laudanum."

"For my nerves. I have a toothache. I--I--really, sir, I need not tell
you all my ailments."

"And the maid had removed it?"

"So I presume; she must have taken it out of the bag in the first
instance."

"And then kept it?"

"That is what I can only suppose."

"Ah!"

CHAPTER VII

When the Judge had brought down the interrogation of the Countess to the
production of the small glass bottle, he paused, and with a long-drawn
"Ah!" of satisfaction, looked round at his colleagues.

Both M. Flocon and the Commissary nodded their heads approvingly,
plainly sharing his triumph.

Then they all put their heads together in close, whispered conference.

"Admirable, M. le Juge!" said the detective. "You have been most adroit.
It is a clear case."

"No doubt," said the Commissary, who was a blunt, rather coarse person,
believing that to take anybody and everybody into custody is always the
safest and simplest course. "It looks black against her. I think she
ought to be arrested at once."

"We might, indeed we ought to have more evi