"Well, now, Madame la Comtesse, as to her description. Will you tell us
what was her height, figure, colour of eyes, hair, general appearance?"

"She was tall, above the middle height, at least; slight, good figure,
black hair and eyes."

"Pretty?"

"That depends upon what you mean by 'pretty.' Some people might 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 Petitpré, 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. Floçon, 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