"Who else?"

"And at a point near Paris. The English General said the halt was within
twenty minutes' run of the station."

"Then it is from that point we must commence our search for her. The
Italian has gone on the wrong scent."

"Not necessarily. The maid, we may be sure, will try to communicate with
her mistress."

"Still, it would be well to secure her before she can do that," said the
Judge. "With all we know now, a sharp interrogation might extract some
very damaging admissions from her," went on the detective, eagerly. "Who
is to go? I have sent away both my assistants. Of course I can telephone
for another man, or I might go myself."

"No, no, dear colleague, we cannot spare you just yet. Telephone by all
means. I presume you would wish to be present at the rest of the
interrogatories?"

"Certainly, you are right. We may elicit more about this maid. Let us
call in the porter now. He is said to have had relations with her.
Something more may be got out of him."

The more did not amount to much. Groote, the porter, came in, cringing
and wretched, in the abject state of a man who has lately been drugged
and is now slowly recovering. Although sharply questioned, he had
nothing to add to his first story.