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"Opens on this little court, does it not?"
"Yes, just opposite ours."
Mon. Valorbe then asked to see Henriette. They went to her
apartment; she was sewing, whilst her son Raoul, about six years
old, was sitting beside her, reading. The commissary was surprised
to see the wretched apartment that had been provided for the woman.
It consisted of one room without a fireplace, and a very small room
that served as a kitchen. The commissary proceeded to question
her. She appeared to be overwhelmed on learning of the theft.
Last evening she had herself dressed the countess and placed the
necklace upon her shoulders.
"Good God!" she exclaimed, "it can't be possible!"
"And you have no idea? Not the least suspicion? Is it possible
that the thief may have passed through your room?"
She laughed heartily, never supposing that she could be an object
of suspicion.
"But I have not left my room. I never go out. And, perhaps, you
have not seen?"
She opened the kitchen window, and said:
"See, it is at least three metres to the ledge of the opposite
window."
"Who told you that we supposed the theft might have been committed
in that way?"
"But.
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