the door into the hall, Madame, and down the stairs. I heard her heels on the stairs. She was in a hurry."
"She did not go into the bedroom first?"
"No, Madame."
"Did she have anything in her hands when she went out of the dressing-room?"
"No, Madame."
"Did the blue cloak have a pocket in it?"
"Only a tiny pocket inside for a handkerchief." Mary held up thumb and finger, indicating a space of an inch and a half.
"Would it have been possible for her to conceal the revolver inside that tight bodice?"
chiffonier in her room, but he had never seen it there. He had not noticed anything unwonted in her behaviour on that day, or he would never have left her alone. It was true, though, that she had suffered from periods of deep depression. She brooded on the fact that she had no children, and looked forward with dread to a childless old age.